Having had such clear memories of the 9yo’s first birthday, I went on a hunt for photos of the 6yo on his first birthday; our second 1st birthday celebration.
As I looked at the photos from the day itself, it began to come back to me. It had been a busy work day. My mum came round to have cake with us after we’d picked the boys up from nursery. My son was wearing a completely random outfit and I didn’t have the energy to change him before we took some photos with his cake. This was of course in the days before blogging, but still!
His big brother was excited by the whole thing, and the 6yo had no problems working out what he was supposed to do with his cake :)
But, it was all a bit rushed and I don’t actually remember him opening any presents…
We did have a proper party for him the following weekend, with family and friends, and much like we had been for his big brother, we were blessed with a beautiful day and we all sat in the garden enjoying the early April sunshine. Yes, in Scotland!
I did not however spend the morning making fresh salads this time round :)
We don’t seem to have a photo of him with his cake and I don’t remember what it was (this was in the days before I baked them myself…). I don’t remember presents. I don’t even remember what we gave him (my husband will make me feel worse now by reminding me!).
You think you won’t forget. You think that these milestone moments will be forever imprinted on your memory. But, they aren’t. Not all of them.
And, I do wish they were. I wish I had paid more attention, been less rushed, more focused.
I wish I had started this blog years ago.
But, when I look at the photos, and I see his wonderful smiling face, I know that he was happy. I know that we were all happy. And, really, that’s what matters.
(Still wish I’d had this blog though!).