Our gorgeous girl turned 3 today.
I love birthdays! They are a wonderful opportunity to allow us to focus on our family, and to give someone a whole day (and usually more) where it’s about them. And, in a family of 4 kids and 2 adults … that’s a big deal 🙂
Sabrina’s birthday started on Saturday night at the fabulous chaos that is a Wakefield birthday get together. There was food (lots of it), laughter (lots of it) and story telling (even more of that). A wonderfully imperfect family gathering that is just as it should be. And, most importantly, Sabrina received a ton of love that night. Surely the greatest gift for her, and for everyone else. We all know that each of us, whether big, little, loud and quiet, matter. Just for who we are.
Then the birthday celebrations began again today … her actual birthday! Dean made sure there were plenty of balloons and streamers to surprise Sabrina when she woke. I loved hearing her cries of “Coby, Coby I have balloons” first thing in the morning. Then special breakfast, before our family tradition of the giving of the birthday box! A couple of years ago we introduced the birthday box. Everyone receives literally the same that same gift …. well sort of! We all receive the birthday box with our gifts inside. For Sabrina that was a new pair of thongs, new earrings, a necklace and bracelet, and a doll (her name is “little baby Sophie” apparently!).
Then, reality kicked in. Monday is, well, Monday. For the boys that meant school, for me that meant work, and so for Sabrina that meant daycare. We packed up her special birthday treats (cupcakes to share, party bags for her friends and some biscuits and icing for the kids to make their own birthday biscuits) and hopped in the car. I was fine, until it was time to leave Sabrina at daycare.
That’s when my conflict began. What type of mother drops a 3 year old at day care on her birthday? Surely that means that I’m letting my work be more important? I didn’t even make her a birthday cake.? Store bought cup cakes, off the shelf. And, I couldn’t even stay to settle her in, because I had Court. How can I possible say that I am passionate about family?
Like so many things in my life, I’ve had to decide what is going to matter for me. So, for today, what matters to me is that my darling girl smiled when she saw she had new earrings, she now has a new baby and even involved Coby “as the dad”, and giggled herself silly after getting chocolate icing all over her face. I’ve decided it doesn’t matter that I couldn’t be with her all day, that I didn’t bake her cake, or that we couldn’t spend all we wanted.