Seven — by Robin
My son turned 7 this week. Time sure flies.
I went to school on his birthday to celebrate with his first grade classmates. It was very sweet. I brought ice cream cups, juice and Oreos. My mother in law came as well, and we read books to the kids. In honor of Seth, we chose two fire truck-theme stories, and he couldn’t be happier.
We took photos with other students and the teachers, and I whipped out my new handy Flip camcorder to give it a try.
We hung up decorations at home and went out to dinner, where he ordered a decadent chocolate mousse dessert, and we sung to him as he blew out the candle.
I asked him the day after how it felt to be 7, and he thought about it for a second, and said “good.” It made me smile.
This weekend is his birthday party, and we’re looking forward to celebrating with friends. While I find party planning a bit stressful…so many details….especially since I was organizing the class visit as well….it’s great to have a happy occasion to celebrate.
My last blog related to my ailing senior dad, and his return to the hospital is looming in my mind. So, this was a welcome, positive break. And, he’ll be coming to Seth’s party Sunday, and hopefully, even if for a short while, he can let go of his constant downbeat health-related thoughts. I was disappointed that he didn’t call Seth on his birthday, but I know he’s mentally caught up in his health issues, as his stent procedure is this coming Wednesday. He can’t get it done fast enough, and I will once again be on edge.
It was actually nicer than I expected to have my mother in law come to Seth’s class. She is a hugely judgmental person, and isn’t always easy to be around in that regard. My husband and his brother were pleasantly surprised to hear that she read a book to the kids. I told him that I kinda didn’t give her a choice. I handed her the book, and said “why don’t you read this next book.” And, she rose to the occasion, and I actually think she enjoyed the interaction with the children. For a fleeting moment, I found myself picturing her reading to my husband when he was Seth’s age, assuming she did that. And, I wondered if it took her back to that place too?! Her son, my husband, will forever be her baby, as will Seth for me, even though he’s growing up fast.
HAPPY 7th BIRTHDAY Seth! We love you high as the sky sweetie!!
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