Birthdays

Remember when your birthday was the most super spectacular, monumentally important day in the UNIVERSE? Our youngest daughter turned 8 this week and in her under-rested summer state there were some actual tears when she said “But I don’t want to sit at a softball game on my birthday.” (Lance was supposed to play softball that night.) Now the mother in me would have reacted differently had I not known that she was over tired and, of course, if she would have said it in the ridiculously-spoiled-throwing-a-fit kind of way I would have kicked her to the curb. But she was genuinely sad and disappointed and the tears were real, not forced. So I gently informed her that when she’s 8 she can stop the world with her birthday but that she shouldn’t get used to that. For all the rest of us, a birthday is just another day and sometimes you might have to sit at a softball game even if you really don’t want to.

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