Yesterday I turned 35. The day mostly went by as just another day with just a few tweaks here and there as I attempted to make it something special. My boys were confused and largely oblivious to what day it was even though they had others who were helping them prepare for it for over a week. They were also struggling with disconnect and excessive pent up energy from us having been snowed in for the last few days. I have to admit, the way they finally figured out it was my birthday was because I had a meltdown of my own about their behavior and shouted out “and even on my birthday!”. Not my proudest moment by any means, but a real one.
In a last ditch effort to salvage what was left of the day, I sent the boys off to play by themselves so I could cool down and started making myself my favorite dinner. That’s when my mom called. She helped me vent my frustrations as well as helped me remember to relax and look for the little things. She then talked to the boys to try and help them calm down a bit and focus. The day still didn’t end perfectly, but eventually the boys did finally click and they sang me “Happy Birthday” and gave me two precious birthday cards, complete with their signatures and a little message each. ❤ Then, after waiting for them to settle down again from their excitement, we settled in to play some card games and watch some Netflix together.
There was no cake, there weren’t any presents wrapped up in shiny paper and bows, and the birthday song didn’t even happen until after 11 pm… When I look back at it all though, I see what mattered most did indeed happen. My boys remembered me and I got to spend some special moments with them. It was a good birthday. ❤