Happy Birthday Kate

9:51 PM update
Well Kate just discovered her last birthday surprise. Her dad shortsheeted her and she found out the hard way. Much shouting, screaming, recriminations, and laughter ensued. It is still unclear who will remake the bed.

Dear Kate,
A Happy 17th birthday. Welcome to the world of almost adulthood. It’s been an amazing journey watching you grow that seems to happened in way too short of a time. Next year, no silly low key family birthday party, we all expect you to be at college. So this year, we went all out and got you the special candles. Only 16 of them, I was too cheap to buy two packs. But hey, these were the long ones and we did have an extra special short one at home with a star on top. So you had 17 candles on the cake.

Interesting party. This was the first time where I did nothing. Your dad did it all. Bought the presents, wrapped them, made the cake, made the dinner, set the table. It felt strange and different than the parties I used to throw for your birthday. Remember all those little kid parties where you got the choice — carrots and pickles or vegtables? Or the extra hot cheetos, disgusting things I could never eat?

You were born at the sharp memorial women’s hospital via c-section. I had hoped to avoid one but from day -270 you had your own ideas about what was right. A sleepless wonder, we visited the doctor 40 times in the first month. No one will forget the space tube baby with the green light helping you recover from being born a bit early. Everyone was entranced by this little girl who slept in the living room on a green light.

When you were two, you cured your grandfather of swearing for a couple years. He used to curse a lot. And as you got fluent in language, you could imitate him. One day something went against your two year old will and you started cursing “Fuck, fuck, fuck” in exactly the same tones as grandfather. He listened and stopped swearing that day.

And then there was the visit to hometown buffet. Big family treat, you did something that caused trouble. And we decided that your punishment was going to hometown buffet and not having any dessert. You did great, had a big dinner. And then you pushed away from the table and said “I’m done, shall we go?”

Here’s an old photo of you and your sisters. I love it.

And here’s you with today’s birthday cake. Happy Birthday Kate






Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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