Two days after Jordan's birthday, I was much calmer. Keep in mind that at this time, I was pregnant with Kevin and my hormones were obviously all over the place. Jordan's pre-school party was fun, and nothing happened that was out of the ordinary.
Funny how I judged our lives in this manner; if things went smoothly or within the "norm", I was pleasantly surprised.
Jordan and I made smiley face cupcakes because her cousins were coming over for her birthday. Once they were over, she decided that she didn't want anyone to eat the cup cakes that night. Okay... So we didn't sing Happy Birthday to her, and we didn't eat our adorable smiley face cup cakes. Not surprisingly while in bed that night, she cried saying that she wanted to eat a cupcake. Um... that would be a "No".
Usually I would have been angry and felt manipulated by something like this. We made cupcakes. your cousins are here for your birthday, and we can't eat them? But this time my reaction was simple and calm. All I wrote about her in my journal was: "What a trip". Proof that my hormones were all over the place.
Fast forward to a few days ago. Jordan had her 18th birthday party. Without going into too much detail, less than two hours before the party, we weren't sure if it was gong to happen. "Um, so should your Dad and I pick up the cake?"
An hour before the party, I finally got a text saying that we can get the cake. I was invited up to her room after someone very important to her did the best he could to make things right again. Phew.
And everyone had a great time at the party.
Never a dull moment with this child.