So we are rapidly heading for a collision of magnificent proportions in my household. My new fourteen year old daughter’s raging hormones mixed with my menopausal ones. What a scary combination that will be.
I think she had a lovely day. It all went well. She opened her presents with her family all present, although older brother was barely there (virtually asleep on table) and offering lots of useful comments:-
“A BAG? Why do you want a bag. It’s exactly like all your other bags”.
“A BOOK on make-up? OMG That must be the most boring book on the planet. Why would anybody want to read that?”
and she’d even given him strict instructions on what to buy her….some sort of make-up with a specific name:
“What do you mean I bought the wrong one – surely “Warm Sand” and “Warm Ivory” are the same?
Her lovely 9 year old brother had bought her four things, all bought by himself and carefully wrapped and he’d made another wonderful cake:-
She had a great day at school. They all sang Happy Birthday to her at lunchtime. I had to walk across a park to meet her after her netball match. I saw her walking towards me – she was a tiny dot in the distance and it just brought all the memories of her being a tiny newborn baby flooding back and I got all emotional about it and so in order to compose myself again as she got closer I started doing a little run towards her – arms outstretched interlaced with little star jumps and side kicks just to really really embarrass her and finally, slightly out of breath when I reached her she said “mum. You’re SOOO cute”, which wasn’t the response I was expecting.
She’d had loads of handmade cards from all her friends at school. Girls of that age are so caring and thoughtful and emotional. One friend must have written her name out 200 times, they all said variations of “OMG, you are the bestest, most beautiful, funny, gorgeous friend in the whole wide world and I love you SOOOO much, you will be my friend forever and u r just so special and so on and so forth. Weird.
Our evening meal out worked well too. My newly married brother and sister-in-law came and diffused all the stress. My ex husband and I managed to engage in several conversations relatively successfully. There were 9 of us in total. I was a bit cross that he made me pay for the whole thing. I thought we should have shared it. Anway. Nevermind. She has two friends here to stay the night and I think she’s happy, happy, happy.
