Showing posts with label Birthday Rambling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthday Rambling. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

On How I Made My Birthday Awesome


When I was little, my mom did a great job of making birthdays super special. In our home, your birthday was definitely “your day”. I LOVED my birthday and looked forward to all the fun pretty much all year.

Then one day I woke up and I was the mom and I was the person making birthdays special and my birthday lost some of its shine. Beyond being the birthday person in my family, well, I still have all these kids and adulting to do…even on my birthday!!

In no way is this a slight against my husband. The man has tried to make it a special day, but I think even he was at a loss as to how to do that and, frankly, the guy is busy providing for our family and being a daddy.

So for the last few years, probably since I had kids, I haven’t loved my birthday, and that has brought some sadness to it. However, in the last couple of years I have been working on my voice and priorities and making this most of the life I have right here in front of me.

This year I applied all this to my birthday and I am sharing a few of those ideas here today. Just remember, these are the things that made my birthday awesome. This list should look unique to each mom.

1.  I am a gifts person. I like to give and receive gifts. In the case of my birthday, I like to give my people a list of ideas of things I want and I like to have wrapped gifts. But my husband doesn’t like to spend a lot of time shopping, shopping with kids isn’t fun, and he definitely doesn’t like to wrap presents. In the past, I have fretted about how he wasn’t shopping and it was almost my birthday, I would find the gifts stashed in various places unwrapped which was kind of disappointing. The gift part of my birthday wasn’t working. Instead of hoping that this year my husband would magically learn to read my mind and shop early for exactly what I had only hinted at and wrap it in amazing wrapping paper and display these gifts for me to “ohh” and “ahh” over, I stepped up my part…I sent him an email with links to Amazon for EXACTLY what I wanted. I pointed out to him that the kids can still be involved even if they are just clicking “buy now”. And he ordered it all to come gift wrapped!! It was my own bit of birthday magic to have all these beautiful gifts lined up on the mantel for the week before my birthday!

2. I stopped trying to do what other people say you should do for your birthday. I love my kids and I love caring for my kids and I love mornings. High on my list of things I don’t like is laying in bed listening while my poor husband tries to get them all fed and ready so mommy can “sleep in”. This year on my birthday I got up at my normal wake up time (it was a Sunday, so it was a little later than a week day, but my Sunday normal). I got the babies their morning milk. I helped prepare breakfast and dress kids for church. I didn’t leave it all to Mark because the world says mom needs the day off.

3.  I expressed clear and specific time expectations for my birthday, and then set up the babysitting myself. I knew what I wanted from the day, why shouldn’t I make the childcare arrangements? I wanted a trip out to lunch (which I specified as being at a favorite simple lunch place rather than a big “birthday lunch” at a fancier restaurant) and shopping with my husband at the mall. Before that, though, I wanted some time alone in my own house, because that is a rare event here. So, I just set up the expectation that I would help get the kids ready for church but would not attend. It was a wonderful choice. I was careful to not apologize for it, too!

I am happy to say my birthday was a success!! It was an awesome day with a good balance and flow. It was easily the best birthday I have had as a mom. Mostly because I was clearer ahead of time with others, and myself, about my priorities and expectations.

The other great thing about my birthday is where it lands on the calendar…because I have all this wisdom to apply again in just a few days for Mother’s Day. And you know, I think it will be the best one yet!

Monday, April 27, 2015

The Best Worst Birthday Dinner Ever

Last week was National Infertility Awareness Week. A week to highlight and bring awareness to the fact that 1 in 8 couples will be impacted by infertility. This is near and dear to my heart because we have suffered from infertility in various forms for several years. But last week I wasn't exactly sure what to write about and then I had the Best Worst Birthday Dinner Ever and I knew what to say (it just took a few more days to find the time!).  

Last Wednesday was my birthday. We had been planning a trip to visit my parents in Seattle, take the kids to the Coast, and a little hopeful house hunting for this Spring. It just worked out for scheduling for us to fly out on my birthday. So I was up at 4:20am on my birthday and on my way with my husband and boys for a cross country flight!

By the time the evening rolled around, even with a pretty good travel day, the boys were starting to melt down. Did I mention there is a 2 hour time change between home and the grandparents house? Yeah, that isn't easy for little boys.

My mom had planned to make my very favorite meal for my birthday dinner, followed by cookies, and presents!!

As soon as we sat down to eat Joel was done with the day. DONE. So I jumped back up and got him ready for bed. Took a bite of food as he had a bottle. Put him to bed. Came back out to eat and my brother had arrived with my new niece. Right as Isaac was done with the day. DONE. So I ate a bite, smiled at the baby, and got Isaac ready for bed. And had a bite of cookie, too!

And on it went until a full hour and half after dinner was started and my mom reheated my birthday dinner when I could finally take more than a bite at a time. And it was probably another hour before Isaac was finally asleep and I saw those presents.

So Worst Birthday Dinner Ever.

Except that it was the Best.

I have celebrated my birthday in Savannah, GA and Rome, Italy and some fancy pants restaurants near the White House.

But I didn't have boys for those dinners. Sure, the food was good (and hot) and I could sit still and enjoy it. But those dinners didn't come with Joel hugs and Isaac smiles. So they were not the Best.

As I got in bed on my birthday I thought about all of that and I wouldn't have given up my evening on Wednesday for anything. It was the Best Birthday Dinner Ever because I finally had those boys I had hoped and dreamed of for so long! They are what makes me birthdays bright and happy!

And I think I will always remember that evening as the Best Worst Birthday Dinner Ever!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

And Then He Was Three

Three. A simple number. More than a couple, less than many.

In the world of ages, it seems to mark the separation between "baby" and "kid".

So my baby is now a kid. How did that happen?!? After the years of heartache and wondering when, how did we get all way to having a three year old?

Because God is good. God is good TO US.

I think if you ask any parent they would say that the time of the child's birthday brings back memories of when their child was born.

For me, with Isaac, this brings up a cacophony of feelings. Happiness, fear, joy, terror, love, disbelief, and so on. I can remember clearly sitting on my parent's couch the day before we flew across the county for Isaac's birth and crying... being desperately afraid that we were this.close to finally having a baby boy of our own and what if it didn't work? What if his birthmom wasn't really prepared to make this choice for her baby? And tears of joy because we were finally this.close to being parents!

There were days I felt like we were taking the low road through hell to get to a baby. And I would do it again in a heartbeat to get my precious Isaac. To be his mommy. To be his first Valentine. To be the one who dries his tears.

And because I know that God was always there. That God was in our story. That God is still in our story. That our family is exactly as it is supposed to be even though there were so many days I had no idea where the story was going. But God was faithful to us as we were faithful to Him.

The last three years have been amazing and challenging! I heard once that first children should be disposable so you can have one to learn on... that seems kind of mean... but I do have to apologize a lot as I figure out this mom thing!

And, finally, I can't write a blog post about Isaac being three without listing the wonderful things about Isaac... in no particular order....
  • His intense spirit
  • His contagious laugh
  • His bright smile
  • His beautiful brown skin
  • His silly way of describing the world
  • His creativity
  • His love for his brother
  • His happy heart
  • His compassion for others
And so many more.
 
So, my baby is now three. My baby is a kid. But he will always be my baby!!!