Wednesday, February 22, 2006

What a wonderful day!

Today my girl turned five. How can my eldest girl be five already? On the one hand I feel like she’s always been with me, on the other, she only just got here!

Of course she’s chuffed to bits that she’s finally reached five, and sees this milestone as a sure step towards being grown up (I didn’t have the heart to point out she got a way to go yet!). I, on the other hand, am slightly less excited and am glad it shall be a while.

It’s not that I mind her growing up – in fact I’m looking forward to seeing what she does with her life, and J's the one I'm most looking forward to being a friend with, but I also have the feeling she’ll be the first out the door. That normally raises some eyebrows. Most folks (around here anyway) have some bizarre urge to get their kids out of their hair as soon as possible. Seriously! I have friends planning their retirement as soon as the kids finish school, so they can downsize and live a sweeter life.

Not me. I live in dread of the day the last one leaves. Which I think will be P. Because while J has dreams of being a Doctor (or possibly a beautician after today’s excitement at receiving make up. MAKE UP! And heels! Not from us!!), and R envisions himself as an archaeologist (which disappoints my father, as there’s no money in it. Apparently.), P practices his stripping techniques with ambitions of being a strip-o-gram (Danny DeVito’s guest appearance on Friends has a lot to answer for!).

But I mustn’t turn this into a post about P and his amusing quirks, today is about J. It’s her day!

My beautiful girl turned five at nine-thirty this morning. Not that she’s yet bothered asking about that day – strange that, as both R and P knew the stories of theirs births by this age! But maybe that’s because I can remember theirs and recounted it to them (possibly unasked), but J’s is a bit of a blur. Which makes me feel bad, as I can easily remember S’s too. It’s just J’s I’ve forgotten.

I wonder about that. Why, especially when you consider what J means to me, should I have forgotten so much about her life? I say it’s a bit of a blur, but in truth, I can barely remember anything before she was three.

You’re probably wondering why I say ‘especially’, as all my kids mean the world to me. But J is different. J’s the one I thought I’d lost.

Strange, but I suddenly feel foolish. I thought I’d lost her when she had an accident with a fridge, and that day has never left me. It’s hasn’t dimmed in the least, and even the merest thought of it brings tears to my eyes. But when I sit here trying to find the words to explain the accident, my reaction seems so melodramatic. After all, she walked away from it with just a scratch (unlike me, who ended up with pools of blood and gruesome scar!). Umm, I don’t think I can explain in a few paragraphs quite how much that day affects me, instead (if you’re interested,) you can read about the day here, as I wrote it up the same evening.

But I mustn’t turn this into anything less than a cheery birthday post. The point is, she changed the way I see my children, taught me not to take them for granted and to truly value their presence, whether happy or scowling, each and every day. And I’m endlessly grateful to her for that. And that she’s still here to giggle and be loved. I adore my baby girl, and she turned five today!

And what a day! I asked three of the mothers from school to come around with their kids (the usual crowd), and I also asked my BF who’s daughter is J’s BF, then another good friend called to say she want to pop in, so I invited her and hers too.

I really should have added the numbers first, as realising I had seventeen people for afternoon tea was a tad stressful as I fell asleep last night.

But it all went really well! More food than they could eat (with leftovers so I don’t have to make dinner tonight, Yippeee!!) S’s mini bouncy castle in the lounge keeping the littlest people happy, roller skates around the kitchen, computer games in R’s bedroom for the older boys, no tears from anyone, and smokers hiding in the office! It felt like a party, and once we get J’s proper party out the way in a couple of weeks, I’ve decided I won’t bother organising and paying for things more elaborate in future. Everyone seemed happy, and I know J had a wonderful day!




Ooops, better go! Seems S has eaten J’s new lipstick!!

11 Comments:

Blogger Karen said...

She is adorable!! Happy birthday to her. :-) It's wonderful to read what an important impact she's made on your life. That is special and how children should be seen - as the treasures they are.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006 10:34:00 pm  
Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

What an absolute doll. Happy birthday, J. You make your Mommy proud.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006 10:39:00 pm  
Blogger rdl said...

sounds like the party was a blast. and she is adorable.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006 11:13:00 pm  
Blogger Southern Sweetheart said...

She is a beautiful little angel! Precious! I really enjoyed reading this - made me smile for you and for her. Happy Birthday J!!

Thursday, February 23, 2006 1:31:00 am  
Blogger Latin Lover said...

Congratulations and Happy Birthday to J on her special day. She is extemely adorable and blessed to have a mommy like you.

Thursday, February 23, 2006 2:28:00 am  
Blogger Tim-tambolini said...

That fridge story was frightening, and very well written, I might add. J. is a beautiful 5 year old. I heard today that a child's self esteem in later years is directly related to the reaction's that parents give their children each time they see them. I'm certain that every time you see your children walk into a room your face lights up and they KNOW at that moment how special you think they are.

Thursday, February 23, 2006 3:54:00 am  
Blogger Anduin said...

Wow, that story about the fridge gave me goosebumps. How horrible to have to go through that but thankfully no real injuries.

Happy Birthday J! You are a precious little gift to your mommy and daddy.

Thursday, February 23, 2006 6:44:00 am  
Blogger No_Newz said...

Sje is a beauty! Happy birthday to her.
I can see why that horrible memory stands out more than the day she was born.
Here's to many great memories in the years to come. :)
Lois Lane

Thursday, February 23, 2006 5:44:00 pm  
Blogger Me Over Here said...

I couldn't help but go read the story of the fridge, and goodness!!! I can see how that would shake you up! I'm so happy things turned out so well!

Happy birthday to little J! Make-up! My, she's a big girl!

Thursday, February 23, 2006 6:02:00 pm  
Blogger mm said...

I remember the first time I read that story. I thought it was fiction, then you said it really happened. I think those things must stay with you forever.

Happy Birthday, J!

Thursday, February 23, 2006 8:57:00 pm  
Blogger Amanda Matilda said...

I read the accident link. Wow, what a story. She was one lucky little girl. Tell her Happy Birthday!
Kristy

Friday, February 24, 2006 6:59:00 am  

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