BIRTHDAY PARTY....

God has chosen to bless me with 5 children. For the most part I love it. It was my childhood dream to be a mom. But there are a few areas I have to sacrifice self to make the little ones smile. One of those is birthday parties.

I hate birthday parties. Actually it is the planning of them and the anticipation of them. Ok I don't care for being at them either. You have a room full of kids hyped up on cake, ice cream, candy, soda, kool-aid, plus the adrenaline of ALL OF THE PRESENTS. It makes me want to go back to bed and cover my head until it all goes away.

Last year as my oldest one was approaching her 17th birthday I declared we would have NO birthday parties for the entire year. NO one would have a party. I had been throwing parties for over 16 years and I needed a break.









Well as of today my break is over. My second son is turning 9 on Saturday and today is the DAY. He gets to have a party. He has been talking about this day for over a year. He started planning it in March and I ignored and/or changed the subject until last Sunday. That is when I emailed invitations. I have been in turmoil ever since. It actually has put me in a paralysis and I can't think straight and I can't breathe right and I feel dizzy and... you get the picture. I have called one of my very good freinds and asked her to PLEASE hold my hand and tell me I could do this (she is like the party queen) BREATHE, BREATHE, BREATHE.

OK I am taking a big breathe, clearing my head, drinking my second cup of coffee and mentally preparing for the afternoon. Oh, it will be worth it in the end. He is just to darn cute and he showers me with hugs and kisses and tells me I'm the best mom EVER. It makes my heart melt and all of the mental anguish worth it. What mom wouldn't do it?