Yesterday was my middle child’s birthday. He turned 14. 14! I can hardly believe how fast it all goes by. I’m pretty sure that is the same anthem every parent sings and it isn’t news that kids grow up so fast. But 14!
We didn’t have a birthday party for him — I stopped those when they hit age 10 and all they wanted to have were expensive and annoying sleepovers. Instead, we had a really nice day, all five of us, just hanging around the house and feeling happy. BF decided to get my son his favorite dinner as a surprise, then we sang Happy Birthday, had ice-cream cake and watched a movie together.
What made me happiest about the day was that even though we didn’t do anything spectacular, or go anywhere expensive, my son told me it was the best birthday he’s had in years. He was so grateful for his gift and grateful that we only thought of him for the day. It makes me feel so good that after all the crap we’ve been through he is genuinely the happiest I’ve ever seen him.
Our home has never been happier or more loving than it is now. Gone are the days of worrying about being ourselves, feeling anxious, or worrying about what the days and nights might hold. We walk through the rooms of this house not having to anticipate being yelled at, argued with, or antagonized. Now we walk through this house laughing, joking and smiling with one another.
Life feels good, and it’s wonderful to hear my son say it, and to know how good he feels inside these days.