Friends.
Such a simple word with a fairly simple meaning. But when it comes from your almost 3 year old requesting his friends be there to watch him blow out his candles, all along you knowing that no one besides Mom, Dad, and baby sister are going to be present...it's not so simple anymore.
RJ's third birthday is next Monday, but Amy and I are not planning on having any kind of party. We know very well what it would be like--screaming kids saying, "No. It's mine. Let go." and crying with tears and tantrums. We're planning on him opening his presents a day early so I can spend the day with him and then on his actual B-day, we're going to go to the new Legoland display in Tokyo. I'll take part of the day off and go enjoy his special occasion. Today, however, RJ has been asking if his friends will be over for his birthday. It's very cute, but we feel like dirt because we feel we're letting him down. His "friends" (actually pronounced like "fwends") really consist of four other children. Two of them will not be in town on his birthday because they will be in the States, and we don't want to impose on the other two. Bottom line, we don't want this to be a big occasion with lots of drama and hoopla. We want a simple birthday with good family fun.
Now, I know that as soon as he sees the first present, he'll forget that anyone else in the world even exists and the next day, he'll only be asking when his next birthday is, but it doesn't matter. When he looks at me with one of his cute little expressions and asks a question, I just want to drop everything and give him the world--right there, right then, and for as long as he wants it.
Lately, he's been asking me to stay home with him and not go to work. If I actually had that option, I'd take it in a minute, but since I don't, I always tell him that I love him and that I'll see him in a few hours. He usually takes it in stride and moves on to something more interesting than me, but this morning he was very insistent. He told me several times that he "NEEDED" me to stay home and play with him. Instead of going off to watch TV like he usually does, he just stood at the door with me. I had to carry him to the big red chair, plop him down in it, and then cover him up with a blanket. He didn't cry like he sometimes does, but his expression was heartbreaking. His head was down low with his chin on his chest. He looked like a deflated balloon.
I'm sure all parents go through this, and I'm sure there will be a day where my son will WANT me to go to work vice being anywhere near him. I should, and I will, treasure these days when Mom and Dad are everything to him and no one else (except maybe a few "fwends") can ever compete. I just wish I could give him more.
And to think that Ryleigh will be doing this same thing in a couple years as well!
To parenthood and loving your children--cheers.
-Jip