Birthdays and such

This weekend I became the mother of a 16 yr old and a 14 yr old.  How did this happen?  When did that sweet squishy red-faced newborn placed so gently in my arms become the tall, smart, curly-haired boy asking to drive?  When did that “it’s a girl” surprise become a pretty, athletic, smart, young lady?

Because of school we usually celebrate birthdays with a family party, cake and presents on the weekend BUT on their “real birthday”  we give them a gift and dinner out.  They get to choose what parent they want to go to dinner with and the place to eat.  Because there are so many of us, going out is too expensive so this is a treat.  This is just one more way we can connect with that child alone and listen to them.

The big one is a traditionalist, he likes pancakes on Sunday nights, cinnamon rolls on holidays, and 5 guys for his b’day dinner.  He has chosen this for the last 4 years, and he always gets his “real birthday gift” at that time.  This year I did not get his gift wrapped before they were ready to leave BUT since he is a traditionalist I had to rush wrap it so he could open it when eating with Dad.  He has never chosen me to go with him.

O is a daddy’s girl all~the~way, sure she likes me and once a month she wants to be with me and not him but the rest of her whole life she has wanted to be with him.  She likes to mix it up for dinner but she always chooses a dessert, after dinner they went to cold stone for a shake.  She has never chosen to me to go with her either.

I like to fuss at them all complaining that no one picks me but honestly is makes my heart happy that they all love to spend time with their dad.  And when it is my real birthday I pick him too.

How can my little babies be 14 and 16? 

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