My birthday is the day before Christmas, and my daughter’s is the day before the 4th of July. I mention it because holiday birthdays can make a person a little birthday crazy. (Just ask my husband.)
To me, birthdays are a BIG DEAL. Because they have to be. Because you need to wave your arms a lot to get noticed amid the tinsel and fireworks.
But after running around like Martha Stewart on steroids yesterday, trying to make Szaba’s birthday perfect, I realized something.
Color-coordinated decorations, fancy toys, and perfectly executed menus don’t mean much to a 2 year old. And frankly, they don’t mean much to me either. What does matter is the fact that Szaba is here, how much I adore her, and the small part I play in nurturing that rare bloom of existence.
So when my daughter blows out those two little candles tomorrow, she may not make a wish, but I will …
Those wishes are my gift to you, Szaba. Happy birthday, today and everyday. I am so overjoyed and privileged to be your “mum.” I love you beyond time.
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Inspired by a son’s dream and a mother’s wish.
There’s a whole other world out there from toddler height. Are you ready to dream… small?
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