Several weeks back, way back in February, my littlest one turned five. At the time the birthday girl was sick, hubby was sick, I was sick, even my mom was sick. I hadn’t had a chance to go shopping for a present. Thankfully I had a few things stashed away in the closet so I picked out something to wrap up just so she’d have a gift to open on her birthday. All the rest of it, the cake, the gifts from her sister and other relatives, was put off until everyone was feeling better.
My birthday is two weeks after hers. It came and went and we still weren’t healthy enough to celebrate. I wouldn’t never have guessed it would take that long, and that we would end up celebrating our two birthdays belatedly together, but it’s just the way it worked out, as this nasty virus kept cycling through our household.
I have got to say she was one very patient kid. When it came to putting her birthday off she didn’t whine or complain once. When I asked her how she was feeling she would say, “Good. Pretty good. I think I’m good enough to have my birthday now, maybe.”, and I would remind her that we weren’t going to celebrate until everyone was feeling better as I helped her blow her nose for the forty-second time that day. She did ask me approximately forty-seven million times if I was certain that she would have cake, as the having or not having of birthday cake was by far the most important component of the whole birthday celebration thing as far as she was concerned.
And eventually…. eventually there was cake, there were presents, and she was a very happy kid.
And me? I thought it was sort of fun that I got to share my birthday cake with my little girl, as we blew the candles out, celebrating turning forty and turning five, together.