Monday, September 26, 2005
Hold the castle
It's not every month that I get to orchestrate a birthday festival for Max, followed closely by a hurricane evacuation, but now I've got much catching up to do around here. Flash back to the week before Rita, when Max was proudly announcing to everyone he saw that he was turning four.
When I picked Max up from school the day of his birthday, he was sporting a new necklace. It featured an asymmetrical red star adorned with multi-colored sequins, beads and glitter. Max explained that it was his birthday star, and when we arrived home I asked if he wanted to hold on to the necklace. Max's reply was unequivocal.
- Of course!
- What should we do with it? Should we put it on the Christmas tree?
- No, we should keep it for my next birthday.
- That's a great idea. What does your birthday star mean to you?
- I don't know.
- Perhaps it means that your birthday is your special day?
- Yeah!
- Did you know your birthday is special to me, too?
- No, why?
- Because your birthday was the day I became a mommy.
- Not a princess?
- No, sweetheart, even better than a princess.
When I picked Max up from school the day of his birthday, he was sporting a new necklace. It featured an asymmetrical red star adorned with multi-colored sequins, beads and glitter. Max explained that it was his birthday star, and when we arrived home I asked if he wanted to hold on to the necklace. Max's reply was unequivocal.
- Of course!
- What should we do with it? Should we put it on the Christmas tree?
- No, we should keep it for my next birthday.
- That's a great idea. What does your birthday star mean to you?
- I don't know.
- Perhaps it means that your birthday is your special day?
- Yeah!
- Did you know your birthday is special to me, too?
- No, why?
- Because your birthday was the day I became a mommy.
- Not a princess?
- No, sweetheart, even better than a princess.
