The Best Day of the Year!

February 22, 2010 at 7:56 pm 3 comments

Part of Perfect Moment Mondays…

Remember when you looked forward to your birthday? Perhaps, even more than Christmas? What could compare with having your own special day set aside to spend how you wanted, your friends and family lavishing you with attention, presents to rip open and cake and ice cream to sink your teeth into? Somewhere in your 30’s, the day loses its’ charm. Maybe you don’t celebrate at all anymore. I know I don’t.

Nothing brings the magic back more than a just turned three-year-old, whose awareness of birthdays is just starting to peak.

I wanna make cupcakes! How ’bout today? Today? Reagan wants to make cupcakes! Is today my birthday? Is Sarah coming? And Ana? And Nola? And Tyler? How ’bout Sarah? And Ana? And Tyler? And Nola? Let’s make cupcakes! And Sarah will be there? And Ana? And Nola? And Tyler? And Sarah…

Until…

The day finally arrives. And like a Jack-in-the-box on Red Bull, she explodes from her bed, “TODAY’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!”

When it’s finally time to get ready, Reagan is the most compliant she has ever been. I think she gets it. The sooner she is dressed and her hair is combed, the sooner we can get to partying!

As the guests arrive Reagan greets each and every one with a hop and a skip, her arms rising and falling in an awkward greeting. She twirls gleefully, then gallops toward the playground, looking back to see if her playmate is following. And without hesitation, they are. Like a ritual dance, where no words are spoken, each knows the purpose of their time together is to run and play until gasping for air, they are forced to make a “mom-stop” for refueling by sippy cup. Then they’re off again, laughing and squealing; a bumped head here and a short crying spell there — but, not for long. A few hugs and kisses later and they’re back in the race. Every now and then pausing to ask if it’s time to eat cupcakes yet or open presents.

Cheeseburgers, fries, chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. A gourmet meal by any preschooler’s standards. But, there’s still more playing to be done, so we must inhale it fast!

Time for cake! Reagan beams as the ceremonial “Happy Birthday” is sung. It’s as if it’s the first and only time it has been sung just for her. Three candles? I can handle that! Pheeeeeeeeeeeew!! The room erupts with applause.

Goofy? Mickey? Minnie? Which do you choose? It’s time to pass out the cupcakes. Strawberry with vanilla frosting and sprinkles – the perfect compliment to my orange soda!

Only 20 minutes left and there are still presents to open! Reagan begins by tugging at the curled ribbon of a bow placed in the center of a package. Sarah shows her how it’s done and rips open another present, before her Daddy reminds her it’s not her birthday. Reagan doesn’t seem to mind. After all, she did the same thing at Sarah’s party eight months earlier. When you’re best buds, what’s yours’ is mine, right?

The gift bags present a bit of a dilemma. What’s all this tissue paper? Is there a present down there somewhere? Oh, YES! Score! A Belle Barbie doll! I’ve noticed a strange pattern with Reagan and dolls. There seems to be a strong impulse to pull off all their clothes and lose their shoes. Every doll in the house is completely naked. I used to try and give them some dignity and dress them whenever I’d find they’d “lost” their clothes, only to discover them a short time later stripped down to their birthday suits once again. What is that? I’ve given up on trying to keep my house free of “Dolls Gone Wild,” and am embracing Reagan’s penchant for the au naturale.

But, I digress…

The perfect moment arrived long after the last present had been opened, hugs and kisses had been given out to all her little friends, and every toy had been painfully extracted from it’s theft-proof box back at home. After Reagan had played with every gift and tried out every color marker in the pack. After she had donned her favorite purple panda pajamas and curled up in her crib with a warm bottle of milk. As I do every night, I peeked in on my angel to watch her sleep, her chest rising and falling beneath her colorful, fleece Dora blanket. I noticed her mouth curled up at the corners and a look of contentedness on her face. I knew she was dreaming of her day and the joy she felt then and as she slept was enough to make birthdays my favorite days all over again.

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Lori in Denver  |  February 22, 2010 at 10:43 pm

    A sleeping smile, a special day well done, always remembered.

    I can see why it’s a perfect moment for you.

    Happy birthday to your beautiful girl.

    Reply
  • 2. Helen  |  February 23, 2010 at 12:34 pm

    Three is so much fun! You will have to stay ALERT, though, as ‘threes’ are loaded with energy and questions 🙂

    Happy Reagan’s birthday to you BOTH!

    Lucy

    Reply
  • 3. Mama Bird  |  February 23, 2010 at 4:03 pm

    Thank you, ladies!

    Reply

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