Birthday boy
Yesterday we celebrated our sons 9th birthday! How the years really fly by! As I watch him grow and change from a baby, toddler, infant, junior…he emerges slowly but surely into the man he will one day be, and I am always amazed at just how easy to please he is. He really is a very grateful child, and is always pleased to receive any gifts at all let alone a chosen something. He very rarely has a gift picked out that he simply ‘must have’.
Every birthday I make and decorate a cake the night before their birthday, and every year I struggle to come to terms with the fact that no matter how ‘arty’ I think I am, cake decorating is not something that I can do. I often end up in tears at the state of the cake when compared to some of the other cakes I’ve seen. For some stupid reason, I have allowed myself to believe that I must bake and decorate a spectacular cake for the children to be happy….. and for me to be a good mum. I know that’s ridiculous, and this rule has only ever applied to me. I have never thought that all Mums should bake and decorate the cake. Just me. One rule for me, and another for everyone else
It really doesn’t matter anyway, because this year I baked and decorated a cake to the same standard that I always do…. with one difference… I remembered to remember that every birthday morning, no matter the state of the cake, my son is always amazed and ecstatically excited that “like always, the cake is amazing Mam.”
We spent the afternoon at the bowlplex with his old buddies from school an ate some birthday burgers…. and cut his birthday cake.
As he does every birthday he went to sleep with a smile on his face after his “perfect birthday that couldn’t have got any better.”
We home school, I’m supposed to be the teacher… but as usual I just learnt another lesson from my son. His attitude of gratitude is inspiring.








