Yes, it’s true. We are the proud and bewildered parents of a bright and wild little three year old.
The fact that we also became parents on the same day she was born isn’t lost on us. It was by her light that we first wandered down this path and we look forward to what she has to teach and show us. She is an adaptable and sensitive little soul who is greatly concerned when others are upset. She was slow to talk, but is finding her way as her and Silas seem to learn more from each other than from us. She is fiercely stubborn and refuses to even sit on the potty. It would seem that she survives on condiments and fruit alone (mainly organic peanut butter, jam and ketchup). The only outfit she seems to have an opinion on are her jammies; she is a girl who likes comfort. She prefers home, but loves a good visit to Nana and Grampa’s farm where she fearlessly pets giant horses and cows. She is a first class snuggler who enjoys late nights and sleeping in. She enjoys painting with watercolours, but prefers it when others draw pictures for her. Her favourite books are Each Peach Pear Plum, Goodnight Moon, Peepo, and The Runaway Bunny. Her favourite movies are Toy Story (she has been known to fall asleep with an old leather cowboy hat on after shrieking “Yeehaw!”), The Great Mouse Detective, Bambi and Winnie the Pooh is a constant favourite. She loves getting mail, and doing puzzles and bath time.
We spent the day quietly and happily at home. I made a lemonade birthday cake while Mike serenaded us all with ukulele song. We snuggled in bed, ate apple crepes with jam, opened presents, visited the chickens and gathered eggs, moved wood, tobogganed, napped on the couch, read books, watched movies, danced and sang, warmed ourselves by the fire, made an organic roasted chicken with stuffing, potatoes, broccoli, carrots (she stayed true to her nature and ate copious amounts of organic ketchup) and finished it off with the cake and sparklers. There were phone calls and Skype visits from grandparents, aunts, and cousins. Mike even learned “Happy Birthday” on the ukulele for the occasion.
I must say, we preferred the quiet family celebration to a party. I found myself stopping and just looking at her in awe and retrospect rather than fussing about with guests and entertainment and doing everything at the right time. We took our time and really honoured the birthday bird. This isn’t to say we won’t have birthday toboggan parties as she gets older, but I think a quiet celebration is also important as we watch them step from one year to the next, so that we may all be more mindful of the passing of time.
Thank you for lighting the way little bird.
go gently + be wonderful