Today was my Scooby Doo's birthday. I'm uncertain if I'm more shocked that my first born is four or if I didn't cry. He has grown so much in the past few months alone - both physically (he's the size of a six year old) and emotionally ("It is not okay to whine for stuff, Mama, but we can cry when we're sad.") He's got the biggest heart of anyone in my family and funnier than hell. Half party boy, half lab rat, all warmth - he is truly an awesome person.
Perhaps the fact that I see him as a person now is why I'm not so emotional this year... I can cry all I want to, but he's not my baby anymore. He is a boy. His own unique human with likes and dislikes and hobbies and friends. I have no choice but to let him be just that.
Today we celebrated very low key with three other couples that Rex knows from his In and Out Burger days. All of us have kids now (all girls, but for Stink.) We did up a potluck, played computer games, ran around the yard, took a walk, painted and made a cake together. Five toddlers and chocolate? Um... pics to come later when I've dedusted the camera.
I had a nice holiday season, but I'm glad I put the Christmas stuff away today. Nice tidy boxes full of color and sparkle. Perhaps I'll be a vessel like that in 2007 - energy but togetherness combined.
Or maybe I'll just sit on my couch with my tenth cup of coffee and finish up "Mommies Who Drink" (Thanks, Cecelia. A good read.)
Happy New Year everyone!