As you get older the whole concept of a birthday changes.  As I lay pretending to be asleep in my bed this morning I could hear the excited whispers of little people covering the bed with cards and presents, negotiating who was going to present me with what.  I opened my eyes to a plate full of pain au chocolat, a green tea on the bedside table and three happy little faces beaming at me, desperate for me to open my presents – which I duly did.

I realised that my birthdays have become as much about them as they are about me, probably more so.  Watching the joy they get from me reading out their home made cards, guessing what the pictures are and unwrapping the presents they chose whilst glancing at their expectant faces, poised awaiting a smile to say that they ‘done good’.

Today wasn’t a special birthday, in that it wasn’t one of those ‘big’ ones.  But it was a special day.  Very normal in many ways, but filled with messages from friends and loved ones, lovely surprises and laughs.  The children spent the day at a local playscheme and the highlight of the day was watching them ‘perform’ in a play.  Sadly the 5yo tripped over and banged her chin just as it started, necessitating her hasty exit from the stage (along with the 3yo).  That left the 8yo, who never gets a decent part in any play he’s ever been in.  All change today though – I was the beaming mother stood on the pew taking pictures while he walked around the stage speaking his lines.

And then the piece de resistance. At home I was presented a book of poems written by my 8yo son.  A mixture of genres, he started off with a couple of limericks (he’s very keen on a limerick):

There was a man from Australia

Who wanted to be a sailor

He got an F-minus

Witch wasn’t the finest,

And now he’s a complete failure

and:

There was a girl called Mary

Who was entirely made out of dairy

People started to munch

Her up for lunch,

And now her dairy’s quite hairy

(I don’t really want to dwell on that one)

I can’t reveal all of the treasures, just in case he’s a famous poet one day and I get the chance to sell them for millions, but I have to share this one.  There are many times when parenthood completely overwhelms me and I’m pretty sure that I’m getting it all wrong.  This told me that maybe I’m not so bad after all: (all spelling is author’s own)

Get a clue and geuss who?

Plate washer

Story reader

Droper oofer

Picker upper

Big kisser

Lovely huger

Dinner maker

Fun haver

Picture taker

Love giver

Phone caller

Kid look afterer

Toy buyer

Homework helper

Calculator container

Flower grower

Sleep header

News teller

Pretty looker

Cake cooker

Blog maker

Answer: you!

*sob*

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50 thoughts on “28 again….

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:12 pm
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    Don’t things like that make all the sleeplness nights, temper tantrums (yours & theirs) make it all worthwhile? ! Hope you had a great day!

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:13 pm
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    You sound not just like you’re lucky, but your offspring are pretty lucky too. You can’t force a kid to write nice stuff about you (believe me I’ve tried)…children are a tiny army of truth-sayers and the truth is. You’re pretty darn cool lady. As a blogger and a mum clearly.

    Not bad as a mate too has to be said. Now that’s enough nice stuff – piss off and get pissed like a normal birthday girl would you
    Mwah! xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:19 pm
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    Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous! The lump in my throat turned to tears! I don’t know if it is a special gene in boys but god how they tug those heart strings! Happy, happy birthday P!

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:19 pm
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    Ahw I totally agree with Gigi – you’re amazing to get poems like that written about you!! That’s the loveliest thing ever and I hope one day my kids can write that about me…(or, er, something reasonably close…)
    Happy birthday gorgeous 🙂
    xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:20 pm
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    I love that last poem – how amazing are you?! I hope that one day I can be a Calculator Container and Kid Look Afterer as good as you!

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:33 pm
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    Really lovely day, and lovely children. I completely agree with you about Birthday’s being as much if not more about them trying to make your day special, my last one my 8 &6 yr ols “woke” me up for breakfast in bed, of (cold) baked beans on toast and tea, hurriedly made cards and kisses but I have to say I loved every minute of it all. there is something that goes deeper than anything they can buy, the innocent not materialistic love of it all that adore, that said I would always be happy with diamonds (just in case somebody reads this!)
    Happy Birthday

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:35 pm
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    That boy of yours is a complete star, which I hope you realise means you are doing a fab job. He said so himself. Clearly hours of Ben 10 have not addled his brain in the least, so a bit more book reading in the garden could be in order. Hope you’ve had a lovely day, lovely person, you deserve it xxx

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:47 pm
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    Gob-smackingly great! 8-yo obviously put a lot of time and effort in. Those limericks are a hoot. You seem to be doing just fine there, m’dear.

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:53 pm
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    Oh bless him. That is fabulous. Kids have a knack for pulling it out of the bag when you least expect it. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day, P.

  • August 13, 2010 at 6:54 pm
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    aawww that’s just brilliant 😀
    Clever boy with a fantastic mummy xxx

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  • August 13, 2010 at 7:03 pm
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    And now her dairy’s quite hairy! I don’t even understand it but I love it, he’s pretty impressive for just a wee lad isn’t he. That and ‘dropper oofer’ made me really smile. Happy Birthday Ms Pretty Looker 🙂

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:17 pm
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    Happy birthday too you! What a great Poet your son is just brilliant x

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:33 pm
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    You’re bang on – I was blown away…sometimes this parenting isn’t half bad xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:33 pm
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    Absolutely – 100% x

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:36 pm
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    Orders received and understood. *lifts glass, opens mouth, pours*

    Oh, and ditto, obv xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:37 pm
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    Don’t they just?! Those venomous looks don’t always mean what you think they mean… Thanks lovely lady xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:38 pm
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    Keep doing what you’re doing and there’s no doubt at all lovely Jay. xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:39 pm
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    Seriously, that’s high praise – not everyone gets ordained as a Calculator Container you know! x

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:39 pm
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    LOL, thank you kindly lovely xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 7:54 pm
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    Oh my god that poem’s brilliant! What a birthday present. You have a very talented little boy.

    Happy Birthday Paula. xxx

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:21 pm
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    Thank you lovely friend – at this rate I might actually get that book finished! xxx

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:21 pm
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    Oh yes, never say no to diamonds (unless you’re Naomi Campbell)…. but yes to everything you say – absolutely right 🙂

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:22 pm
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    Thank you sir – he’s deffo made me proud today 🙂

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:23 pm
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    So true Kate – and the best part is that I had no idea what he was up to, it was a lovely surprise 🙂

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:23 pm
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    Thank you missus, he knows how to pull it out of the bag 😉 xxx

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:24 pm
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    I don’t either – and I’m not sure I want to!

    Thank you lovely x

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:24 pm
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    He certainly has his moments! Thanks Jane x

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:25 pm
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    Thanks chick – he did blow me away with this one. V proud 🙂

    Pxxx

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:25 pm
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    fan kew xx

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:26 pm
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    Without a doubt – it’s going in my new office – pride of place 🙂

  • August 13, 2010 at 11:26 pm
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    Please don’t cry – you’ll bump into that……. see, told you so xx

  • August 14, 2010 at 12:08 am
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    Fantastic. It’s always the little bit of them that they give to you that are the most treasured presents.

    Happy belated birthday.

  • August 14, 2010 at 11:31 am
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    Happy Birthday! Cx

  • August 14, 2010 at 12:03 pm
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    Heartwarming. Spot on too!

  • August 14, 2010 at 4:29 pm
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    Ooh that’s just so, so sweet! I adore the last poem. You rock as a mum, he told you so. Happy birfday for yesterday xXx

  • August 14, 2010 at 11:58 pm
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    I’m all teared up! I can’t imagine what kind if state I’d be in if it had been about me 😉 Hope you kept your composure.

    And happy birthday (again. But you can never have birthday wishes – or cake – too often) xx

  • August 15, 2010 at 8:08 pm
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    Thank you – and yes, you’re right…long after you forget all the tears and tantrums, this is what will remain 🙂

  • August 15, 2010 at 8:08 pm
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    Thanks Catharine! x

  • August 15, 2010 at 8:08 pm
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    🙂 thank you

  • August 15, 2010 at 8:09 pm
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    Thanks K – today has obviously been a day from hell…ah well, that’s the rollercoaster ride xxx

  • August 15, 2010 at 8:09 pm
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    Thanks Susie 🙂

  • August 15, 2010 at 8:12 pm
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    LOL!! I have no composure – I cried at Nanny McPhee tonight! And we had another cake today – ah well, it’s only once a year. xx

  • August 16, 2010 at 8:01 pm
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    Oh my goodness, I am now a little bit weepy. Happy Birthday for Friday my gorgeous girl. It sounds like you had a nearly perfect day (except for the falling over & tearful small person bit). That poem is so precious and you are right about our birthdays become about them too. It’s ok though isn’t it? Because they start being fun again those pesky old birthdays, once you have small people to celebrate with.

    MD xxx

  • August 18, 2010 at 2:51 pm
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    Brilliant, just brilliant. A little late, but Happy Birthday! xx

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