Traditions & Birthdays
Since the night before my oldest brother’s first birthday my Mom has had a family tradition. Each year, on the night before our birthday, she sits down to rock us. In her chair she requests that we sit on her lap and she rocks as she tells us about the day we were born.
When you’re approaching 27, it’s kind of strange to sit on your Mom’s lap when you’re at least 9” taller than her and a good 100 lbs bigger. My Mom is a small woman and for years I’ve felt like I’d break her lap to sit down and have her rock me.
Last week, my sister turned 30 and she was rocked the night before her birthday. She heard the same thing she hears every year with a different number in the sentence.
“This is the last time you’ll ever be (insert age here).”
Morgan and I are the only ones in the family to have carried on the tradition. Each night before the birthday of our girls we sit down to rock them.
On Tuesday, my baby turned 2 and even though we got into Las Vegas late I still rocked her while she slept before I put her in bed for the night.
What I cannot believe is that she’s 2. It was 2 years ago that I started losing my mind in the NICU. Two years ago that I anxiously waited to bring her home (something that would take 3 weeks). It was two years ago that I looked at her little face and fell in love. Knowing, she’s MINE and couldn’t have felt more possessive about it.
This year, Zadey had two birthday parties. The first was in Bakersfield which I previously blogged about and the second in L.A. at home of my parents where Joanne’s family could attend.
Both parties were small and humble but a great deal of fun. She got hooked up with what she needed the most, more toys and with each “Happy Birthday to you. . . “ song I could see a little glimpse in her face that she knew all of this was about her.
Tuesday, the day of her actual birthday was filled with nothing much and I felt bad. Sure, she didn’t know and she did have 2 really great parties but I was feeling like we should have done more on her actual birthday. Instead, we moved home, to Las Vegas.
I suppose her birthday present that day was spending some time with Uncle, whom she loves more than words can express.
The past two years for me have been magical and wonderful. To watch as she’s gained her own personality, a little independence, and an attitude has been more than fun. She’s spending a lot more time communicating now and starting to verbalize exactly what’s on her mind.
The birthday tradition we’ve started on our own is a bit different. Every year, Zadey has 3 dates that we like to celebrate:
• September 18 > Her Birthday
• October 7 > The day she came home from the hospital
• February 21 > Her Adoption Day
In just a few weeks, we’ll be picking up cupcakes to celebrate the day she came home from the hospital and in February we’ll have another little celebration with cookies.
In the mean time, I cannot believe my baby is 2! Time flies.
This post was written by this blog’s original owner, Katy Castro who you can find blogging at I’m Blogging That!
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