Birthdays are special occasions and in our family most of them seem to come in a relatively short period of time. From August 25 to November 30 we have thirteen birthdays to celebrate. This year the celebrant’s ages ranged from 75 to 10. Wednesday was the last birthday until January.
Cecelia is ten. The occasion was marked by a gathering of six grandparents, an uncle and an aunt, along with her mom and dad and brother. Before dinner she approached each of us to say that at dinner she would be making an announcement and hoped we would all be quiet (we can be a noisy bunch) and listen.
When we were seated she stood and requested our attention. She reached into a bag at her side and pulled out a script that she had prepared earlier. “First, I want to thank Daddy for making me chocolate chip pancakes in the shape of a C this morning”. She gave him a painting that she’d made. “Thank you Mommy for not getting mad when I got up so early and being so nice to me.” Mommy received a wrapped handmade gift. Referring to her list she thanked each person at the table for something she valued about them and gave them an original drawing or painting. My gift was a snowflake intricately cut from white paper and encased in it’s own Cecelia-made envelope. “I want to thank Grammy for the cake that she baked for me, at least I think that she baked one for me.”
Is it little wonder that being a grandparent is such a joy?
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