So the 3rd (OMG!) birthday party came and went, just like that. On Wednesday this little tot turns 3 and I suppose I should stop calling her a toddler since she will be a pre-schooler. But that’s neither here nor there.
Planning a birthday party in January when your house can barely house your own small family is a challenge (in creativity and bank account). This year we decided to have the party at a favorite winter spot of ours, Stay and Play, an indoor playground. This place as a venue for your kid’s birthday party deserves a post of its own but let’s just say this: I didn’t stress a single moment from the minute that we decided to have the party there through the actual day. And my experience was beyond pleasant and worry-free. How they managed to accomplish this with a Type-A anxious mom? That’s to come.
The toddler and her close buds had an absolutely amazing time. Our incredibly shy and reserved girl ran around the place like she owned it, chasing her friends, going up and down the slide, even taking a break to use the potty. Our day was filled with family, friends and laughter. We played, we ate pizza, we blew out the birthday cupcake (with an immense amount of icing, made special by her mommy and auntie), we played some more. We went home and opened an insane amount of gifts and spent more time visiting with family and playing with new toys.
I held back tears the entire day, watching my just-about-3-year-old little Peanut run around with her friends. Her friends. As in, she’s making a choice in having friends now. And talking to them. About important things like potties and slides and cupcakes.
And when the day ended, we tucked everyone into bed and settled on the couch, just the two of us, my husband and I, and we sipped some champagne and talked about this little family of ours. This family that keeps growing and moving ahead.
A feeling that will forever be bittersweet to me.