I knew Addie wasn’t a birthday party girl, even Addie knew she wasn’t a birthday party girl.
But we tried a birthday party anyway, and to make sure I did something wrong in the entire birthday process I requested no gifts on her birthday invitations.
Curious how it turned out?
She didn’t enjoy opening her birthday presents at all.
She didn’t like any of her gifts.
Her cake was pretty lame.
No one showed up to her birthday party and no one had any fun at all.**
Here I was afraid I’d never, ever be able to outdo her 8th birthday and before going to bed she had the nerve (THE NERVE!) to say “Mom? This was the best birthday ever, thank you.”
Halfway to being able to kick her out of the house. Halfway to how old I was when I got engaged. NINE.
(**so here’s the funny part, she thought she had too many friends at her birthday party and got really overwhelmed about halfway through and needed to take a little breather. My darling sweet introvert, we both knew a big party wasn’t really her thing but she wanted to give it a try. After we dropped her last friend off say said “Mom? So, let’s never do a birthday party again okay?“)
((In case you can’t see the photos on this post, or understand sarcasm in the written word — she really did love every bit of her birthday.))