My daughter's birthday party
Yesterday it was my daughter’s birthday. She turned five. Since it was Monday, we held the party on Sunday. She did not have the patience to wait until the end of the week, thus it made more sense to have the party one day before her actual birthday.
Two weeks ago she had invited some of her friends, two girls from her class and one girl from our street that she plays with. Since her cousins came to celebrate with her, there were eight kids in total. Four girls and four boys. I did not count my younger son, because he was not involved in any of their games or activities. He’s only four months old and he spent most of the time glued to me, in the Kangaroo wrap.
Saturday evening I had to go pick up her cake from Loblaws and some party material from the Dollar store. I got some balloons, bubble dispensers, small little trumpets, some confetti, little things meant to keep the kids busy and entertained. I wanted them to have fun and enjoy themselves.
Plus it was the first time I was organizing a birthday party with friends for my daughter. So far, it was only us: her dad, me and her.
This year, since we had our son, and most of the times I was busy with him, I did not wish for him to feel neglected. I wanted to reassure her that she was equally important to us. On a few occasions I had taken her out for a walk, only the two of us, and discussed with her about her feelings. Having a new sibling brought a new wave of emotions. I was hoping that by spending time with her, one-on-one, would help her go over her fears of not feeling loved anymore.
After the party was done and everyone had left, she came and gave me a big hug. We stayed embraced for almost a minute. Then she said that she knew that I loved her. She added that she loved her little brother and that she would share some of her toys with him when he will grow.
Today, while I was reading something about the Group fitness training Mississauga, I remembered how sweet was that hug she gave me. It was for the first time that she mentioned she loved her little brother.