It’s been a decade since I became a mom. As I celebrated my motherhood anniversary, Big Bro celebrated his tenth birthday. We threw a party for both boys at a park with a bounce house and an exorbitant amount of children, or dragons. It was hard to tell.
Several weeks prior, I handed Big Bro a small stack of invitations totaling the number of friends he listed that he wanted to invite to his party, and instructed him to hand them out at school. A few days later, I found a crudely cut, paper copy of the invitation in his backpack.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“I ran out of invitations so I made copies,” he said nonchalantly.
My social butterfly had used our scanner/printer and took it upon himself to expand the guest list. Having no clear idea of how many kids were coming, I doubled the order of cupcakes and hoped I’d have enough help on hand to at least loosely supervise dozens of fourth graders and first graders at the park.
I watched them run, bounce and play in a whirlwind of birthday chaos. On the way home they chattered on about how much fun they had. Some days we wish we could re-live over and over.
I wish I could re-live ten years ago, when I held that tiny baby in my arms and imagined all of this in front of me. But I love who they’re becoming so much I wouldn’t want to trade it to go back. So I try to save every detail, every moment, every trait that will undoubtedly change and evolve by the time we celebrate again.
Big Bro is ten. His room is as disorganized as his train of thought, his energy is endless, he empathizes deeply, asks questions with curiosity, and loves to tell, write, and film stories. He looks so focused, but fearless when he plays guitar. He’s a team player, whether it’s baseball or basketball. His friends are important and abundant.
Little Bro is seven. He is bright beyond his years, solve puzzles and problems quickly, feels big emotions, looks up to his brother, and loves to read, play and snuggle. He sleeps with a giant stuffed snake named Rattles. His favorite characters are the villains. He’ll do anything for a laugh. He is stubborn, but most of the time he proves himself right.
They both love Legos and making movies and playing video games. They dislike bedtime, and brussel sprouts.
Our Life in A-Z 