I have been talking to baby girl about her birthday.
I have been talking to her about MY birthday.
And it comes as one, as I have been telling her about OUR birthday.
Our birthdays are on the same day.
I don’t think she really understood it when she turned 4 last year. I think she kind of figured “hey, it’s my birthday!” and then “hey, it’s your birthday!” and then assumed “hey, it’s everyone’s birthday, woo hoo!”
This year though, only a week or so ago, I sat her down properly and said that I actually shared a birthday, with her. I further explained that many years ago, on my birthday, she had jumped out of my tummy (no need for specifics just yet) and gone “Surprise! I’m here!” and it was the best birthday present I could have EVER asked for.
She later went on to tell me that her birthday was still first. Well actually darling, no because I was born in the morning and you were in the afternoon, and also, I have 30 years on you my little Lion.
But then, she started to get it. And she has been so mature about it, including me in her birthday celebration countdown. I said to her today something about it being her birthday tomorrow, and she replied
“And your birthday Mama.”
Tug at my heart right there. Kids are selfish let’s be honest. So for her to keep including me like this every time there was a mention of our birthdays today, well it just melted my heart sooo much.
She is happy to share it with me.
“Yay, Mama tomorrow my birthday AND your birthday!”
And then this convo, while tucking her in tonight…
“Good night my 4 year-old.”
“Me not 4 me 5!”
“No, tomorrow you’ll be 5, you’re still 4 tonight.”
Pause. “Me turning 5 tomorrow, and you turning 64!”
And then we LOLd and LOLd. :):):)