Two big birthday parties in our home--two weeks apart! We created some fun memories and marked the milestones of turning one and three years old in style! But there are reasons I'm looking forward to months without birthday celebrations.
First of all, it's a lot of work. I'll admit that much of the planning and anticipating is fun. Imagining and then creating decorations and favors that would delight each of my sons and their guests kept me occupied for many weeks. Finding just the right toddler trinket for the gift bags, the perfect racing theme tablecloth and kid-size traffic cones on my lunch hour trips to Target energized me. Getting the house cleaned, tables and seating set up along with food preparation exhausted me. Especially after a long week at work. Still I'm glad I had two separate parties. The boys each deserved their own special day to share with friends and family.
Now for the real reason I'm glad the parties are over. I need my boys to stay little. At least for another year. No more birthdays until I'm ready for them to grow a little bigger, a little more independent, a little further away from the babies I held in my arms.
Having a one year old and a three year old means I am still changing diapers, washing sippy cups and cooking three different things for dinner. I'm cutting their food into tiny pieces and constantly sweeping those pieces from the floor. I'm bathing boys in a tub full of bubbles and boats with water splashing all the way out into the hall. I'm reading rhyming stories while my son nestles against me in a cozy room lit only by a 7 watt bulb. Having very little children means that they are always happy to see me when I return home from the shortest errand or the longest day. It means that a trip to McDonalds can make them as happy as a trip to Disney World. It means that I can still try to protect them from the scary things in this world.
Yes, birthdays are fun. But they are only the frosting on layers of precious ordinary days in between.