I know. Weird title, right?
So Monday was my youngest’s birthday. He turned 10 and I’m thinking that’s like the entry age for a Tween. So guess my baby’s not so much a baby anymore and with the oldest turning 13 on Sunday, I’m feeling a little old and a lot melancholy. I know everyone says to cherish the days because they grow up so fast, but “they” are right. It does go fast and I’m trying to juggle cherishing the boys with deadlines, laundry and bill paying.
But yesterday was all about Beebs (our nickname for him) and we did whatever he wanted that day…which wasnt’ much. That little guy – oh, excuse me, big boy - likes to fly beneath the radar. No singing at the restaurant, no friends over, no cake. Nothing. He’s the easiest kid as far as birthdays go because he DOES NOT like to draw attention to himself in any way. His idea of a horror movie is his name in lights and everyone looking at him. Forget about chainsaws and hockey masks. Beeb’s biggest fear is everyone looking at him. So no party. I had to sing at home. All he wanted was to eat waffles at IHOP and go to the movies that evening. Just me, him and his dad.
But funny thing is, the family is use to him being this way so sometimes they forget about him. And the person least likely to forget his birthday is the person who forgot it yesterday…my mom.
Mim (as the g-kids call her) has a special little relationship with Beebs. We all understand this. For some reason they are peas and carrots and my son will tell my mom more than he will tell me. She scratches his back, makes him special fruit salad and comes to almost all his baseball games. When Beebs was a toddler, he cried to go home with his Mim every time he saw her. They have a bond I’m so glad they share. But yesterday she forgot hsi birthday. Usually my mom calls and sings “Happy Birthday” to whoever’s birthday it is. So when he didn’t receive the call by 9:00, he said, “Let’s call her.” So I’m driving down the road (after the waffles) and he’s talking to his Mim, shooting the breeze, and finally after about five minutes of chitchat, he smiles and says, “I think you forgot something.” It was pretty funny because she freaked out.
Needless to say, as you’re reading this we’re at Mim and Poppa’s house eating waffles, or picking blueberries, or playing golf or eating red beans and rice or…well, you get the drift. There’s an apology coming Beeb’s way and it’s in the form of his favorite things. It’s an easy way to slow down and savor the time I have with him. After all, I’m the driver so I get the perks of the “apology.” So tomorrow in the midst of revisions on a book, another waiting on a short story and a new book waiting to be started, I’m driving to my parents for breakfast, berry picking and lunch…and all the cherishing of my new ten year old I can get.
I’ll eat some blueberries for you
Take time and smell the waffles, people. LOL.
How about you? Ever forgot an important event? How did you make it up to the person you slighted?