I will be the first to admit that when it comes to the affairs of my home I have a lot of opinions on how things should be done. And by things I mean everything. I know this must come as such a shock to most of you.
But there comes a time as a mom when you need to “zip-it” and allow your children the freedom to try things their own way… situations where the process is more important than the product. Say a fish’s birthday party.
Elle loves her fish, Squirmey…
(she picked the spelling based on how it sounds. Not a word from little ole me.)
and wanted to celebrate his second birthday on July 6th…
(never mind that he was given to Elle on her birthday May 29th… I kept every logical suggestion to myself)
She reminded me of this on the 5th and began the birthday party preparations (Not a peep from this direction about last minute planning…)
The party began at 7 sharp. The guest of honor swam excitedly about in his tank.
(right by a sign that had his name spelled with a “p” rather than a “q” which I’ll let you sound it out. Yep, that’s right. With piles and piles of little card finished I decided to I keep this information to myself… afterall it’s not like the other guests would pick-up on it. There’s always time to work on “p” and “q” later…)
The guests arrived each with their own little fishy card.
Some underdressed… perhaps next time the attire should be written on the invite. Elle suggested it, not me, “How embarrassing for Cinderella” she said, “She must have thought she was going to swim with squirm. Next time I should be clear.”
We opened gifts of decorated a rocks and a glass jar to hold his food…
sang “Happy Birthday” and enjoyed a little phish food!
It was one of those memories as a mom that I will always cherish. Especially since I said nothing and was simply a guest at my grand fish’s fantastic birthday. It’s amazing how much our children can do, when we give them room to spread their creative wings and plan a party for a fish. A party that if I had said something I would have been a big ole wet blanket. So glad I said nothing… and just brought the ice cream.