Right now we should be at a local park, wearing kitty ears and celebrating Z’s third birthday. Instead, he’s in jammies playing the iPad, with a fever. He’s been talking about his “Kitty and Puppy” birthday party for months now and has asked me daily for the last three weeks if we could make the cupcakes that day (he loves to lick the frosting beater!).
He had a 102 degree fever at 8 am and I knew we had to call the party off. I didn’t want to do it, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Although Z has no other symptoms, he clearly has some sort of a bug and we don’t want to pass it around. But it was SO HARD to cancel the party we’ve all looked forward to, and that we’ve put so much hard work (and money) into. I made felt kitty and puppy ears and cute banners, my mom and I baked a cake and cupcakes, we have a fridge full of food. We’re rescheduling to next week with a smaller group in our backyard, but it won’t be the bash we had planned.
I’ve become much more go-with-the-flow since I had kids. We’ve missed many playdates because of illnesses or long naps. I’ve been late for appointments, which I never was before kids. I’ve come to terms with the fact that life happens and you just have to deal with it. But I’ve never had to cancel a major event three hours before the start time.
Lately, I’ve been trying to teach both boys that things don’t always go as planned, and I’m working on reminding myself of that now. I tell them that when plans change, often something else even better comes along. Let’s hope it does this time.