We have two birthdays in the month of April. Tony’s is on the 13th, and Avery’s is on the 14th. They are exactly ten years apart. I remember I went into labor with Avery on Tony’s 10th birthday. It was while singing “Happy Birthday” to him that I felt my first labor pain. That was right around 6pm, if I remember correctly. I remember hoping that the baby would be born after midnight so that the two of them would always have their own special day and not have to share birthdays. Sure enough, Avery was born 11 minutes after midnight
This year Tony turned 19 years old. Last year’s birthday was a wake-up call for me because he was an “adult” at 18. Well, that quickly wore off when I realized that 18 is simply a number, and he hadn’t changed much, lol. This year? Well…. nineteen is a year older than 18. And mostly he’s still the same. The only thing that has really changed is that this year it wasn’t me — mommy– who made his birthday cake, like all the years before. Nope. I was replaced. His girl friend, Mariela, made his birthday cake this year. I was like WHAT??!! I’m not making your cake? Okay, really it didn’t bug me all that much. One less thing for me to do that day. But nonetheless, it stands out now as a memory for me of a sure sign that my boy is growing up. One day — not soon, mind you –he will have a wife. And I will have to learn to share. So might as well start practicing now.
Okay, sniff-sniff — he’s getting older.
Let’s move onto Avery’s day…..
Now, little Miss Avery turned nine years old this year. I told her, “Hey… you know that half your childhood is over?” and she said, “What do you mean?” and I said, “Well, you are an adult at 18, and 9 is half of 18, so you have already lived half of your childhood.” and she thought about that for a quick second, then started smiling and clapping her hands together in celebration. (so different from Alex’s reaction! I told him the same exact thing when he turned 9 and he started crying! Such different personalities!)