Let me just tell you that I am often a complete disaster. I’m terribly disorganized, can be very scatter-brained, forgetful, and impulsive. As I’ve gotten older I’ve developed strategies to combat my absentmindedness, but every now and then it creeps back in. For instance.
This week was my youngest son’s birthday. The night before the big day, we told him that the birthday magic was coming while he slept; that when he went to sleep he would be 5, but when he wakes up he would be 6. We hung streamers outside his bedroom door. And when he woke up he was so excited. We had birthday pancakes. He announced to everyone at church that today was his birthday. We went to a special lunch with the grandparents. And then on our way in my mother-in-law said, “Okay, I’m just confused. Is today not the 24th?” I looked at her. Furrowed my brows and said, “No way.” It was the 24th. My son’s birthday is the 25th.
Owen heard us talking and got slightly concerned. “Wait, wait, wait,” he said. “Can I still open my presents?” I mean, at that point we were committed to it being his birthday so we continued on with pizza and cake and presents. I was so dead convinced that Sunday was his birthday ALL WEEK. But, in all honesty, there were a couple of moments where I almost had to pull out his birth certificate because I couldn’t remember if his birthday is the 25th or the 26th, so when I ended up getting the day wrong anyways, I guess I really wasn’t all that surprised. It is me after all.
But thank god that kids are so forgiving and gracious. There was none of this “Ugh, she forgot my birthday and messed it all up, poor, poor me,” thing that adults can do. We just whispered the magic in his ear again the next night and made him a special bowl of sugary birthday cereal and he declared that “today was his real birthday, actually.”
I hope that they don’t grow up to resent or hate my often absentminded personality. We all just can only hope that we don’t screw our kids up too much. I’m a terrible keeper of anniversaries and birthdays. But I do love them and I always want them to feel loved and appreciated. This won’t be the last time or the worst time that I mix up a date or forget something important all together. But I do hope that they always feel loved despite my many imperfections and flaws as I always ask them for forgiveness and grace. It was pretty hilarious that I got his birthday on the wrong day. We all had a good belly laugh over it. I hope he remembers it and remembers how much we love him. Our little Owen who turned 6 twice.