Before I had children, my birthday was a big deal, well, to me it was (I am all in favor of the celebrating your birthday for a month). Now, on my birthday, I thank my mom for giving birth to me. For children, the birthday is wonderful in terms of the pure joy but it is also makes me crazy, too. There is so much pressure to make it a perfect day and, the anticpation (how many times can you answer the question “How many days until my birthday?”).
The best part of your children’s birthdays aren’t the amazing parties (done more than a few), the expensive gifts (note to husband: still welcome), but sharing their excitement and, sappy as it sounds, truly celebrating them. I have learned more from my children than I would have ever thought possible. They have taught me patience, joy, and unconditional love. They have also taught me to slow down and truly notice things. While I am still a work in progress, I am beyond happy to have them as my fellow travelers and my children.