I wrote this the day after Sebastian's birthday. It turned out that I was dreaming. That reality shock sent me into a funk of blog withdrawal which some of you noted. But as a parent, you have to take the good and the bad, right? You dear reader/viewer/observer however can take only the good. So here is our happy scene...
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Waking up to gratitude is one of the best feelings I have ever experienced. It was Seb's birthday yesterday. We hadn't done the wish list this year and once again, I started to feel anxious that we hadn't got him 'enough' stuff or the 'right' stuff and he would be disappointed. His party had been postponed and then his grandparents delayed their visit. I was not sure how this would all play out.
Saturday was a very busy day with him rushing around all afternoon and ended with a sleepover at Jack's. He had a wonderful and fairly calm day on his birthday and was thrilled and vocally appreciative about all his cards and presents. I was floored. But wait, it got better.
This morning, his dad and I awoke to the sound of a door creaking (it was a 'biological hour' later than usual because of Sunday's time change) and Seb slipping in. He proffered a card. I thought he had my birthday wrong. Finding my glasses, I see that it is addressed to his dad and me. He had worked on it in bed last night and again this morning (this boy needs LITTLE sleep). This is what it said:
"Thanks for my birthday and all the presents, Mum & Dad. Love Seb"
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