Birthdays and Permission to Celebrate Small
But, as the day approached and my evenings filled with must-dos and my days filled with appointments, as I wore myself out by running in two separate Run for the Arts and dug in the school garden and then in my own, and as I realized just how broke we were until pay day, I kept putting off the planning and putting it off until... it was Friday night and the birthday was Saturday.
I apologized. I woke up and made him a homemade version of everyone's favorite: Starbucks petite vanilla bean scones (mine had whole wheat flour and lots less sugar, but we're keeping quiet about that). We had a little money, and we decided to spend that two ways: letting him pick out a gift and going to Little Big Burger. He got bacon (his favorite!). We came home and I got to baking the cake.
Cake out of the oven, frosting made, I heard the familiar pop-pop-pop sound of fireworks. It was Reed College's Renn Fayre, and there was just time! We got ready in record time and biked over just in time to see the end of a fantastic fireworky celebration. "It's my birthday, I'm seven!" Truman said to everyone he saw as we headed home. Home again, time for cake and singing, and everything was just fine. In the end? He had a great day, and mom did not have to spend hours feverishly freaking out over how not-clean-enough the house was and whether there would be enough hot dogs for guests and whether people would come and whether other kids would like the cake...
It was just us. And it was enough.
We'll do other big parties, especially this summer for my oldest's 10th birthday, but I was thrilled to let myself have the permission to celebrate small. How about you: do you feel the need to go big every time, or sometimes, do you go small and love it?