For the first time in AJ’s life I have missed his birthday.
This has never happened before. In 17 years, I have never missed his birthday. Never.
I am struggling with this. I am angry and frustrated.
AJ is spending the weekend with my mom because I don’t want him to be alone on his birthday. His friends never got back to him about coming up for a small party. I know that scheduling
conflicts happen, but I don’t get any time with him at all. I feel like I am being a neglectful mother. I know that I am not. He probably would have ignored me anyway but its the principle. I have been so busy this summer, I barely get any time with any of my family.
This is the straw that breaks the camels back.
Instead of getting my son a cake, I made him pancakes with trick candles. It was fun waking him up early, because I needed to leave early and watch him try to blow the candles out when he was still mostly asleep. That was amusing. But it isn’t a substitute for special birthday fun. AJ says he doesn’t mind. He seems to be taking it better than I am. But this is one of the last birthdays I get with him and I missed it!
Birthdays, Christmas and Thanksgiving are the most important days to me. I love making a big deal out of the people I love and I couldn’t do it this year. I don’t like that.