God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well. – Voltaire
There are two great days in a person’s life – the day we are born and the day we discover why. – William Barclay
I still haven’t forgiven myself for failing to have my hospital bags packed when I was a week over due. The irony is that, though my bags were not packed, my homework for the next two weeks was complete ahead of time. But my bags were not packed, and if they had been I would have missed Mr. Aksel being born on that infamous first day that people like to attempt to fool one another one. Alas…
And now it has been three years. Three years and finally most days bring more smiles than they bring tears. And while he still is a challenging child, speech delay and all, I finally feel like we are getting there. Like I can handle each day and not need to talk to a therapist at the end of each day.
But another year older bring another years party…and parties have proven to be all but disastrous for Mr. Aksel. I can’t remember one of his birthdays that have been “fun” or “cute” or anything that you would generally imagine.
Of course, year one he put the candle out with his fingers – and didn’t cry – I should have realized then he had sensory problems 😉
Year two, I can only remember thinking…let’s get this thing over with.
When your child, the birthday star, is clinging to you and fussing through his entire birthday, too overwhelmed to even eat his cake, and dis-interested in opening his own presents you start to wonder if having a party is even worth it.
It is sort of one more thing that I’ve grieved over this boy-I-never-wanted, but the boy-who-God-knew-I-needed.
So I won’t have all of the instagram and Pinterest worthy pictures that every other mommy posts.
So I won’t get to make my daughter’s day planning and decorating for a party (she on the other hand, thrives on parties).
No cute pics. No cute decorations.
I’ll tell ya, you definitely get some weird looks when you tell your family and friends that you are not having a birthday party for your own child.
But guess what?
We didn’t have a party.
And it was the best birthday that little boy every had!
All day smiles and all day celebration.
Ellie and daddy went to the store and got him balloons and a sister-present before breakfast.
He opened his presents from us, played with them, and ran around with his balloons most of the day.
Grandparents and his Aunt stopped by throughout the day to give him a gift and wish him happy birthday.
And we ended the day with cupcakes and candles and singing happy birthday.
Because even though you may think that society expects you to have a party and that is just what you do if you are a good parent – sometimes, it is just not true. And while you yourself may grieve the fact that your baby boy just does not like crowds, and noise, and parties and all the pictures and planning that go along with them…you may be surprised to find out that you like a no-party birthday after all.
Because every child is different. And every child needs different things.
This idea is the whole reason why I began studying child development and chose my career path anyways.
God made them all, but He made them all different too.
And what’s good for one is bad for another. And in learning about your own child you will learn a lot about yourself.
And so Mr.Aksel…I hope that you remember this day – your third birthday. Or at least the feeling of joy that we saw on your face. What a long way you have come! Like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon as a butterfly – finally prepared to face the world in a beautiful way, independent and with emerging confidence.
I pray that you take this gift of life that God gave you and live it well. I pray that along the road He takes you down you will come to understand yourself, and realize your purpose in this world. We are so lucky to have you in our lives…mom, dad and Ellie, you have taught us so many things. And because of you we have realized that it is okay to let go…and now we understand what is truly important in this life. The little things.