A few months ago, we invited some friends and family to our home to celebrate Finn’s first birthday. The theme of the party was based on children’s book, Where the Wild Things Are.
Keeping up with Finn is challenging, and I couldn’t have pulled this party off without Joel, who to be honest did a lot (most) of the prep work for me. He even made the cake, which was so tasty he made another one for our niece (pictured below) on her birthday the following week.
Becoming a mother introduced me to the idea that birthdays are more meaningful than the cake and colorfully wrapped gifts that typically come to mind – at least to the mother. We celebrate the individual, yes, but we should also pay homage to the mother and her work in creating and cultivating this human.
In this role, I’ve come to see how a mother champions and experiences growth alongside her child. His birth has caused me tremendous growth during the last year, and to me his birthday will always be a reminder and a private celebration of my own. Finn’s birth has shaped me physically, yes – oh, this body has been altered – but in many perspective-shaking ways too. Experiencing life with Finn has caused in me greater empathy (in every boy I see my own son at that age and my heart swells with compassion), joy, and appreciation for simple things.
And so, we declared it a party and celebrated our boy with those we love and have shared the past year, the best year, with.
Our niece, Addison, playing pin the tail on the Wild Thing