His party was a boosting of the usual Friday play date. Each Friday, I bring foam, pool noodles. The kids descend upon me, drop their back packs, grab a noodle, and run into the adjacent park howling battle cries. The parents hang out at the park benches and have some kind of snack ready for rapid refueling when the warriors take their brief breaks. Yesterday, I had mini pumpkins for them to decorate and helium balloons to attach. Birthday cake and berries and presents added enjoyment for Cameron, but the pauses from the rambunctious play were still fairly brief. It was happy and low key and the first party he’s had in years. Except for last year (two friends coming over for a playdate that happened to include extra sweets), he’s vetoed anything more than family pampering since he was around seven years old. Yesterday, he was a gracious birthday boy and enjoyed celebrating with both friends and family. He was ready to find pleasure in that experience and it was delightful to be there with him. With all the bumps and challenges acknowledged, I do relish this parenting, growing-with-my-child process. Here’s to Cameron… “Oh, the places you’ll go!"
|Lining up for the balloons|
|About to blow out the candles|
|Checking out presents|
|Quick pause for Mom to take a picture (blinking some dirt out of the eye)|
|Dad getting in some noodle play too|
|... and one from last week's play date. Tractor-top is just one of the places he'll go. |
Here's to Cameron, my spunky, spirited, vivacious, caring son.