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He asked me if he could help him wrap his presents for his brother and sister.  My youngest, my baby, now 7.  He is no longer a baby.  But sometimes even he will admit that he still needs his mommy.

He was intent on finding little boxes in which to put the presents before we wrapped them.  Decorative duct tape and a Lil’ Webkinz are too recognizable wrapped on their own.  So we found little boxes, the one for the Webkinz with a little plastic window where the baby seal could look out to surprise his brother when he opened it.  We got the paper, cut it to size, and began taping.  He broke the cheap 99c tape dispenser, looked up with surprise.  “It’s not a big deal, Lukey.”  A moment of relief, then a refocus on the task at hand.  I held the paper for him while he got a piece of the Scotch tape and carefully placed it on a wrapping paper seam.  His hand, still so small, so beautiful, acting in a moment of love and joy for his brother and sister.  It touched my spirit in a way I just didn’t expect in that moment, and it’s still bringing peace to my heart.

His sister loved her duct tape, and his brother gave a big smile and a Jake sized-laugh when he saw the baby seal poking his little face out.  And it was beautiful.  And it was Christmas.

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I’m not one of those people, one of those grown ups who no longer expects people to make notice of their birthdays.  My age is not a curse, embarrassment, or a lie.  My age, my birthday, and my life are something to be celebrated.  I cringe when Baldman quotes, well, whoever it is he quotes when he says, “There is an age at which you should stop expecting people to make a big deal out of your birthday.  That age is 10.”  (FTR, he doesn’t say that to me. 😛 )  So I really don’t understand the grown-ups who say they just want to spend a quiet day doing things with their family for their birthdays.  That doesn’t scream celebration to me.  That screams hum-drum (if, indeed, hum-drum can realistically be screamed.  It seems a screamless sentiment.)

I thought that’s how I felt about Mother’s Day as well.  Bring me breakfast in bed, bouquets of flowers, take me out to dinner, take me to the movies, SPOIL ME ROTTEN.  No, it doesn’t always happen that way.  It never happens quite that way.  And that’s probably good.  Who wants to get used to all that attention?  Psh.  This year, though, I really did want to have a simple day.  Okay, weekend.  I tend expand the holidays a bit. 🙂

I told Baldman and the kids I wanted to take Saturday for Mother’s Day (since Mom and my MIL both live in town).  I slept in, had a homemade breakfast (not made by me), we did yard work and some shopping.  They all watched and gave opinions while I chose a dress and shoes (total under $30—Gabriel Bros.  Gotta love it!).  No one even whined about hanging out around the dressing room!

The rest of the weekend we celebrated with our moms.  Dinner and game night with one, breakfast and yardwork with the other.  I find I like sharing Mother’s Day with two amazing moms who are such a big part of our lives.

And, much to my amazement, the best part of the day was present time after breakfast.  Handmade cards, tissue paper flowers, handprint ceramics, decoupaged candle holders, and kids beaming with pride at their creations.  And me, beaming at mine.

So, it appears that I’ve grown up a bit in the whole Mother’s Day celebration.  When it comes to my birthday, though?  Pretend I’m turning 5 and party it up. 🙂

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