I think it's kind of silly that we celebrate 1st birthdays. Clearly the one year old cares nothing about it. I've decided that I tell myself certain lies so that I can believe it's worth all the work.
Here's how it goes-
The Lie: Ben is going to love opening his presents!
The Reality: It only took a small amount of force and some screaming on Ben's part to get the presents open.
The Lie: Ben's new toy is going to keep him busy and away from me for hours on end!
The Reality: His new toy will be overtaken by an older sibling within 2 minutes of his opening it.
The Lie: Ben is really going to love his cake that I stayed up until midnight making.
The Reality: The only way I can get him to look at his cake is by lighting the candle.
The Lie: Ben is going to love eating his cake!
The Reality: There is actually much truth to this. However, he loves just about anything that is put in front of him, so I'm not sure this really counts.
So, I guess it's true. This birthday party was for everyone but Ben. A reason to hang out and eat cake and ice cream. Of course, one day he can look back on the pictures, and although he may not remember, he'll know it really was all about him.
Hey, the cake was gorgeous, and here's one more lie to add: We aren't good mothers if we don't go to all this pointless effort. Just keep telling yourself that. Gets me through my moments!
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