Monday, July 29, 2013

Happy First Birthday

The way we all begin is common by definition, and in the past I may have been tempted to apologize for parenthood's adherent cliche, but having a child has given me an appreciation for our individuality, for the fact that we each have a story. Oliver's started a year ago and I'm a lucky sucker for getting to be a part of it every day. Celebrating birthdays is one of my favorite things to do, and this was the big one. The big One.

Dear Oliver,
You're under the weather lately. Getting some more teeth, disagreeing with certain food, sleeping through the night and copping major attitudes.
You've started pushing me away when I've pissed you off, smacking me in the face for taking away things you cannot have.
Sometimes it drives me crazy. Nobody likes getting slapped in the face.  But this newfound will of yours makes the times you reach for me, the unsolicited fly-by kisses, the resting of your head on my knee that much sweeter.
You are walking, and have learned to not fall, but slow down and kneel gracefully. You still crawl when you really need to be somewhere fast. You are enjoying eating so many different foods, and still are disappointed with certain foods that I'd wish you'd eat, but I need to keep my personal preferences out of the game. This is your life and only you can decide what you will eat or will not eat.
You shake your head yes and no. You greet the birds every morning with your "waving". You say "no no" when you're doing something you shouldn't be (thank you for the warning). You pretend to talk on the phone with your hand over your ear. You like to sneak up on us and scare us with a loud "AH!" You are a very different kind of boy, Oliver.
 You are my favorite and my best and I can't wait to hear what else you have to say.
Happy Birthday, Chicken. You are my favorite.
Love,
Mom

We celebrated Oliver's birthday on one of the hottest days of summer so far. It was almost unmanageable but we fought through it and felt the breeze eventually. Oliver played very well and very hard for about 6 hours straight. He annihilated his birthday cake and then crashed out on me. It was the best birthday party I'd ever been to.