Before I became a mom “celebrating” something almost always meant birthdays, weddings, showers, champagne or cake… or often both. I used to take on the entire month of February as my personal “birthday month”. I planned elaborate fetes to celebrate special milestones.
And then Johannes came. His due date fell on my birthday but the day came and went without his arrival. But the day that he was born was the ultimate celebration. I will never be able to replicate that moment, or for that matter the moment when his little brother Magnus was born either.
I can’t quite pinpoint the exact moment when celebrations took on a new meaning, but somewhere along the road of motherhood it has. Celebrations now means simply enjoying the little things. A BBQ picnic outside in the back yard, pizza dates on a Friday, running through the sprinklers because the sun is shinning.
I feel like I am a daily cheerleader now. I celebrate everything and anything that my boys achieve, from crawling to first words. Birthdays are still wildly important of course, especially those of my boys. Their birthdays are now a celebration of the lives I have helped to shape and create, rather than “just a day for being another year older”. I often can’t believe I have two little boys to love and raise. We get to have little parties for them all the time and watch them get excited and demand 3 cupcakes only to lick the icing off the top and nothing else.
And Magnus, oh sweet Magnus is almost 1. Less then three months until his first birthday and its a big one. Every day he learns something new, discovers interesting things and crosses a new milestone. His little legs are becoming more and more stable and strong, preparing him to take those first uneasy steps. The first year is by far the most amazing to me and we make sure to celebrate it all along the way with him.