It’s Her Birthday…and I’ll Cry If I Want To
Nah, despite my reputation to the contrary, I’m not going to cry. I may be shaking my head back and forth in disbelief that I am old enough to have a nine year old, but there won’t be any tears. Not when I am the proud mama of an attitude-copping, eye-rolling, delicious delightful beautiful nine year-old.
Ok, so maybe I will shed a tear or two, but that’s only because I am so overwhelmingly lucky in claiming this motley crew as my own —
Note, re: the helmets in this shot — we were sledding, okay? My petition for above offspring to wear helmets plus full-body protective-wear 24/7 continues to be denied.
Turns out I’m not alone in thinking that nine is pretty darn old. At her birthday dinner Kira pointed out the sad facts, there in black and white on the kids menu:
Kids’ meals are for children, 8 years and under.
Of course I marched right into the kitchen to have a word with the joker responsible for deciding that 9 years on this earth qualifies one to be an adult. Well, I didn’t actually march in there, but I considered it. Truth is I was pretty hungry and besides, what better gift to give than the gift of narrowly avoided mortifying embarrassment?
Child or no, a birthday girl is entitled to a day of activities of her choosing. And so it was that we set out for the Breckenridge bone-jarring sledding hill. Being nine, Kira marched herself to the top of the hill without pause and launched herself down the mountain at rocket speed before I could let loose with an over-protective blood curdling shriek of “NO WAY ARE YOU GOING OVER THOSE NECK-TWISTING, SPINE-SNAPPING JUMPS!” or maybe just a “HEY IS THAT HELMET TIGHT ENOUGH?”
Once she got the jumping part out of her system, everyone wanted to take a ride with the birthday girl. Here she is with Good-sport Grandpa–
And with her very own wild and crazy mom —
And post-hill posing with her punky sister (helmet removed only for the picture, trust me.)
Happy Birthday to my Incredible Nine Year Old. I love you, and I love being your mom.
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Happy Happy Birthday to Kira!! I agree 9 is really old and you definitely don’t look old enough to be her mother (but, neither do I right?)
I got in the mail a few days ago an offer for a subscription to the magazine MORE, for women 40, 50, and 60. I tossed it in disgust saying, “I am NOT 40!” and my dear husband gave me the finger. None of us are that old, baby!
And, wish the happiest of birthdays to Kira, with ponies, sky diving, and endless cake!
happy birthday to your beautiful Kira. xo
Happy bday Kira! How did you get to be 9 years already?! I will never forget holding you when you were just a few hours old. So much love!
Happy Birthday! I love the pictures!
Oh Kira – we really miss you and being a part of your birthdays, the bowling, the cake, the girlie (or not so girlie) presents – and your crazy helmet-enforcing mama too!
Happy Birthday!!
Love and hugs from your mom’s equally teary-eyed mama friend in the desert,
Christina
Happy Birthday Kira!! I can’t believe it’s been 9 years. Keep up the good work testing your mom’s patience and sanity 🙂
xoxo
Happy birthday to your daughter and what a great time on the slopes… It is a blast but so scary to get hurt.
Lovely family
On a hill like that everyone should wear helmets;it looked big! Nothing a nine year old cannot handle though 🙂 We love you Kira
What? Not even a quick warning about those large TREES on the sled run? No face protectors on the high speed helmets? Hasn’t life taught anything?!!! G-p Mikey