This has been a confusing year for Patrick. He doesn’t “get” the whole Christmas thing yet-between the presents for birthday/Santa bringing them on Christmas Eve and then Jesus’s birthday celebration and HIS birthday celebration-we had some frustrating ‘trying to explain’ moments and I just decided to give up on all the confusion and let him think what he wants and next year he’ll understand more. He spent a few frustrating moments in tears trying to convince me that Santa was coming the night of his birthday. It was all too much for him, and I totally get that, because frankly, it was all too much for ME too!
Here’s his Santa classroom visit…on Patrick’s birthday. He asked for a pair of shorts (basketball shorts is what he means) and a helmet.
On his actual (quiet) birthday:
Jeff and I decided to have a Christmas/birthday family party for him the night before Christmas Eve. Jeff invited his friend who has a gift for games-he has a whole birthday trivia repertoire where all the guests try to guess Patrick’s answers. Like “What is Patrick’s favorite food?” And let me tell you-only a few answers I knew, because you can just never really guess what Patrick is thinking in that little head of his. He loved being the center of attention.
Abbey was HUGE help to me that day, decorating and preparing.
The only thing was-I was plumb worn out by Christmas. I think we have to space it all better next year. Christmas birthdays are hard aren’t they? I used to get annoyed when people told me that-I was due on Christmas Eve with Patrick (he came the 20th), but now I am realizing the truth in that statement. It’s hard to give each its due and still have energy left to enjoy it all. But I wouldn’t trade him for the world of course, and I remember the year he was born-in the quiet hospital and then a great excuse to be at home on Christmas Day. It was calm and peaceful and I had a new little baby and what more could I want?