We have the normal ruckus of the back to school rush. New school supplies, clothes, shoes and outlooks for the upcoming year. We have the daily barrage of paperwork coming home with each child asking for money to this thing or that thing....Magazine subscriptions, Terry Fox, Book Orders, Lunch programs, pictures, and on and on and on. This is all normal stuff that either fades or becomes routine within a couple of weeks.
Our family as has three birthdays in September. My son is on the 13, my second daughter on the 24 and my oldest daughter on the 26. The standing joke in the family is that Christmas was the only day we had off work and Voila.
My kids are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. They are my reason for getting up every morning. They are my reason for doing everything that I do. Somewhere along the way I lost myself and became a mom and I haven't looked back. We don't just celebrate the day they were born, we have a celebration that they are with us. We celebrate their lives.
That's a lot to do in one measly little 24 hours. Especially when you can't tune out the real world and some work and chores must be done...and then those cut into our celebration time...and well...that doesn't give us enough celebration time. So we invented
The Birthday Weekend
One whole weekend where the kid in question gets to call all the shots...how we spend our time...where we eat...what we watch...whatever. It's their weekend to know how much we appreciate them being a part of our family. Since our girls bdays are only two days apart, one of them gets to have a weekend before their birthday. For three weekends in September we are celebrating.
Needless to say it's our kids favorite month of the year...we go swimming and to playgrounds we might not always make the time to stop at during the year. We eat out to much and drive to much and love every minute of it. Our kids feel like they are 10 feet tall because they are in charge.
We tend to have a forth weekend dedicated to a school friends birthday party. This year we rented a pool and the three kids were allowed to invite their friends for a pool party. Another celebration with family and friends so that they know other people really appreciate and love them and are happy that "X" amount of years ago we were happy they came to be with us.
At the end of each weekend we are exhausted but happy.
At the end of the month we don't want any more birthday cake.
It's fun but crazy.
The end always seems to come right at the brink of "to soon" and "it's about time".
But we love it. The kids love it. We love them. It's only once a year that we can go all out and let them know that even though there are five of them...each is so special and loved all on their own.
Each of them is worth Celebrating.
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