Last night we were up quite late. There were balloons to blow up (“Happy 7th Birthday”), parcels to wrap, cup cakes to be baked and decorated with Pokemon cake toppers, and a (recycled) birthday banner to be
hung in pride of place where the Birthday Boy would see it as soon as he came down for breakfast in the morning.
To be honest, I wasn’t a great deal of help
though I did take great pleasure in wrapping up the present from my Little Sister and her fella which had arrived, courtesy of the Amazon Jungle, in the preceding days. I felt sure my sister would appreciate the love (for both recipient and donor) with which
I wielded scissors, unfolded gift wrap, and stuck my fingers together with sticky tape.
Earlier I had helped encourage each of my three (Not So Very Little) Welsh
Boys into the bath (it was Hair Wash Night but I left the actual administering of shampoo to their father), followed by the donning of pyjamas and the reading of the Bedtime Books. So, Morgan and I finished reading the story of how Wonderwoman defeated the
evil Cheetah; James introduced me to Percy Jackson (“Half Boy, Half God, All Hero”); and Sam finished off the book in which his nose has been glued at every spare moment, vainly attempting to explain, as we read, any necessary background which
might help me understand what was going on with the Heroes of Olympus. I rather think I need to acquaint myself with a whole new genre of children’s books in order to be able to converse more knowledgeably at Bed And Book Time. I shall call it preparation
for this year’s Summer Reading Challenge at the library - I am sure an in-depth understanding of Percy, Jason and the entire range of super heroes (Young Morgan has taken me through no fewer than twenty-seven of these, most of whom I have never heard
of. Though I could recognise Batman, Spider-Man, Superman and, of course, Wonder Woman.) You are thinking, I am sure, that I Have A Lot To Learn. My darling Welsh Boys would agree.
When I finally came downstairs, where My Boy was making me poached egg on toast (it is one of his skills, according to his wife, the Darling Daughter in Law, along with wrapping up birthday presents) and the boys’ other grandmother had made herself
really useful by doing all the ironing while I was shamelessly enjoying myself.
We may have been late to bed but we were early to rise. With a school day
beckoning, the Birthday Boy had cards to open and presents to unwrap before school - not to forget breakfast to eat. There was simply no time to waste. I loved the fact that Young Morgan kept Fluffy, the Build a Bear creation which was our birthday present
to him, close by his side as he read out the greetings in each card and tore open his presents, every one received with great joy.
After taking the younger
two boys to school, and before leaving for the station to catch my train home, the Darling Daughter in Law and I reminisced about the day the Duracell Bunny was born on that Sunday morning seven years ago. Because it wasn’t a work day, Mr B and I were
able to drive straight over to see the new arrival for the first time. We were accompanied by the most enormous teddy bear ever seen - so large, indeed, that the new baby’s parents avowed there would be no more children added to their family as there
would be no room for yet another Giant Bear. Today, however, it seems it might be rescued from the loft for One Day Only, to help in the birthday celebration.
joined the proud but exhausted parents and their sleeping baby, two wildly excitable Big Brothers, and the other set of grandparents. We were a merry crowd indeed, until their father decided to take the older boys and his in-laws back home for a bit. That
left Mr B and I, there in the hospital ward, Mr B slumbering after our long and emotional journey, me cradling the new-born and gazing, adoringly (as grandparents everywhere are wont to do) into his already dear face, exploring every tiny feature.
Then: “He has dimples!” I exclaimed. My tired Daughter in Law smiled at my delight. She doubtless already knew this but as far as I was concerned the dimples
were a Major Discovery.
The last seven years have seen many more discoveries as this beautiful, determined, clever, chatty, loving boy has grown up. How splendid
it was to be with him for his Birthday Weekend (of which more in tomorrow’s Daily Blog) and on his birthday morning.
“Remember that I love you very,
very much!” I told him as he lined up to go into school this morning. His mind was set firmly on the day ahead - school first, party later and an extremely large parcel from his parents to open at the end of the day. Nevertheless he retorted resolutely,
as he always does, in the matter of fact tone that suggests I should know better than to keep asking:
“I always remember that!”