This weekend was, officially, Adi’s birthday weekend. Since her 5th birthday fell on a weekday, we decided to wait until the weekend to celebrate.
I had booked our hotel suite about a month in advance as she requested that we stay there for her birthday. Her wish was granted. She also managed to plan her own birthday dinner and had her own invitees. Since it was my nephew’s birthday weekend as well (a day before Adi’s) it was a day full of celebrations.
As luck would have it, I had a meeting on the morning of Saturday and had to make arrangements to just follow my family after lunch. Adi really was so sore at me and she gave me the cold shoulder as I left that morning. This prompted Gaby to make me swear that it was to be my last meeting. However, I was able to get to our lunch earlier than I had anticipated. So all was well again.
After lunch we proceeded to the hotel and spent the rest of the afternoon just horsing around with the kids. My mom, sisters and their families also crashed in our suite so we could all go together to our dinner slash birthday celebration for Adi. We hardly had any rest as the kids were whooping it up in the room so us adults had to contend with chatting up a storm and admiring the view of Manila Bay from our window.
My little girl just turned 5 the other day. All the while I felt that she was entering adolescence given her penchant for things that mostly teenagers would go for. I don’t consider going out to window shop and going out for coffee and pudding something normal for a preschooler. But hey, I don’t think mine is a normal preschooler to begin with.
Consider this….before I even knew that I was carrying her, I accidentally went for a radioactive thyroid scan which could prove fatal for a fetus. Then at 12 weeks I thought I miscarried after a particularly exciting trip to the grocery. Truth be told, when they did an ultrasound during my “almost-miscarriage”, the sonologist was aghast to see that Adi’s heartbeat was beating even stronger than before. Proof that my little one is really a fighter.
I guess you can call it the “second child syndrome” because my kid has such a strong will and disposition. She may have been born with a dent on her health but this little one is proving to one and all that she has resiliency and toughness to weather any and all storms that may come her way.
So to my little one, belated happy 5th birthday. Stay strong!!
In two weeks, my youngest is turning 5. She’s got her birthday all planned out. I expected it. With her being OC and all. First she asked us if we could check in at our favorite hotel and spend the weekend before her birthday there. Then without our knowing, she started inviting all her cousins (with aunts, uncles, and grandmas) to her supposed birthday dinner at a restaurant she herself chose. Then she started making a list so that her guests wouldn’t have a difficult time finding gifts for her. Then lastly, she informed us of her plans after they were all made and everyone on her guest list agreed to go to her “party”. What can I say….