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Birthday Blues, Part Deux
February 17th, 2008
Once again, mine and Jennifer’s minds are scarily in line with one another. This is not a new thing, mind you. It happens quite often, actually. But this time, it’s within good reason that we’d be thinking alike…our babies both turned 7. Jennifer’s Cedar, yesterday (as mentioned in her post below) and my Kaden, today.
And wow.
Here’s the thing: I’m an emotional person by nature. I’m a Cancer, and Cancers are internalizers and extremely domestic people (right Gayla?!?) So it’s no surprise that every time one of Kaden’s (or Carter’s) birthdays come around, I turn into a blubbering mess. Tears everywhere, mascara everywhere, laser red eyes and a quivering chin. But this year is killing me even more so than usual. Kaden is SEVEN. That’s HUGE! Five was shaky, six was no sweat, but 7? Oy. It just seems so old - mostly because I remember when I was seven. Detailed details of when I was seven. Will Kaden remember all this too?
As I was writing out his birthday card last night, taking the time to capture all the things that are important to him right now (like his b-day party theme, his teacher’s name, his best friends, his favorite TV show, etc), I found myself crying so hard I could barely see the words I’d just written. Why was I crying? Because in a blink my baby went from 7lbs 5oz to a 7-year-old first-grader with two grown-up teeth, a million friends and the charm of a Romeo. That fast. It’s mind boggling, isn’t it?
Aw, man. Here come the tears again…
We had his party last weekend, so today was a chill day. And it was fab. We spent way too much time in Webkinz World, setting up shop for the boys’ first virtual animals. It was such a treat to do that together (and to use the computer for something other than work!) It was the perfect way to spend a low-key birthday. And now as I sit here in the quiet, both boys in bed and hubby at work, I want to replay this day over and over, just as I’ve replayed the day of Kaden’s birth over and over in my head. I feel sad. I feel proud. I feel relieved. I feel blessed. I feel hopeful. I feel cherished. I feel needed. I feel un-needed. I feel it all.
But I guess that’s what it feels like to be a Mama…
Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!
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Maybe it is the fact that 7 is an age they’ll be remembering more clearly. That’s a good point. Your post all choked me up - but in a good way. Sigh, you know, at least there are still leftover cupcakes here.
wow. Leftover birthday cake. I guess it could happen. Just not in our house. Ironically at least half of us don’t especially like cake. At least that is what we say. Since we generally have a minimum of 13 people at any given birthday leftovers don’t figure into our life on these occasions.
I know what you mean. I didn’t have a reaction on his seventh birthday, but I can actually see it now.
My boy is seven too, and I can swear, he grew up in a matter of months. He’s begun to participate in family conversations at the dinner table- I mean, really participate, not just whining about why do we have to eat this?!!- and I’ve also noticed he’s different with his dad. He’s getting to be more of a buddy. That truly tears me up.
Happy birthday to both your boys, Jennifer and Liberty!
Ginger - we don’t like cake much either. We had about 12 people at the party, but all the kids did was lick frosting off one cupcake each (yuck). I don’t think Cedar had one whole cake even.
Wow, I was trying so hard to keep from thinking about my babies birthday coming up next month. My two precious little guys will be FIFTEEN! They’re talking drivers ed, girlfriends and I’m trying so hard to hang on to the times when they really needed mommy! *Sob*
you’re so right about Cancers too. We are the most emotional, domestic creatures going. Not the best mascara models by any means
Aww…I’m a Cancer too, and your post brought tears to *my* eyes. I’m sitting here typing this comment with one hand, holding/feeding my baby girl with the other, and imagining the day when she turns 7, too. So sad! I do the same thing you do–I try to incorporate all the little things I can into cards so the person has not just a card, but a flood of memories when they open it up years down the road. I’m going to go find a Kleenex now.