Things Change, and That's Okay.

Hello Everyone, 

It's been a really long time since I have been able to sit down and write a blog. I feel like I have neglected my blog, and I hope to not go this long without making a post! 

The last post was a little melancholy, and I was really down about Shyloh's upcoming birthday, and him turning four. I have been unemployed for quite some time now, and really feel worthless to not be able to buy Shy anything and everything he wants, when his asks for it. I hate that I couldn't buy him all kinds of party decorations, presents, a birthday outfit, etc. I really just bites. 

I expressed myself, and my concerns to a few friends and many told me things like, "It's the thought that counts!”, “He will love it no matter what!", "You do what you can" and other uplifting things like that. I really tried to take in what they said and stay positive, but in all actuality, I was still freaking out. 

The day came where I couldn't wait any longer, I had to start planning and picking what I could make sure we could do for Shyloh, and his big day. Shyloh has become obsessed with anything Lego lately, so I figured that would be a good start on planning the party. I was able to make sure he got a few gifts, and they were gifts that I knew he would adore. I knew we couldn't buy him a big cake this year either, so I did what every internet mom on a budget does, and got to pinning on Pinterest. I found a rather easy Lego cake that I figured anyone could make, and got what I needed also. It did make me feel better to get some of the weight off my shoulder and have some things in order for his party. 

We decided to have his party on March 15th, a Sunday. His actual birthday being the 16th on a Monday, I felt that wouldn't be a good day to have a party. The date was set! A few days before, his daddy came up with the idea of the "Birthday Wizard" it was an idea to be like a Santa Claus type character. Shyloh has been getting a bit out of hand sometimes, especially with out something to work for. So the Birthday Wizard was born. He was a special man who visited children on their birthday and left a present along with the presents your family get you and leaves sparkles everywhere. He ONLY comes if you've been good all year. It definitely helped steer Shyloh's attitude in a better direction. GOOD JOB DADDY! It was a great idea!

So the night before the party, his daddy, myself, and his aunt and uncle stayed up till about 3 a.m. getting everything perfect. First wrapping and signing his presents. Then sprinkling the house with glitter and sequins. This probably should have been the last step, as we tracked the sequins EVERYWHERE and we have cats and they got them stuck on their paws and tracked them with them also. It turned into a mess really fast. It was still fun. Last we baked the cake. We just made a double layer, cake covered it in yellow icing then topped with six Oreos and covered them also in icing. It didn't work exactly as I wanted, but I knew at least Shyloh would know what it was. I knew he would love it. 

It was 3:32 the last time we looked at the clock. I knew Shyloh would be up very soon. I knew needed to get some shut eye. Shyloh ran into our room at about 8 in the morning screaming “THE BIRTHDAY WIZARD CAME! HE LEFT A TRAIL IN MY ROOM ALL THE WAY TO THE PRESENTS!" It worked, and he was so stoked to wake up to the glitter trail. First part of the birthday party was a success! The day was revolved around playing in the first warm day of spring for us South Carolinians, opening the presents (which were perfect and exactly what he wanted), then going to his favorite restaurant ever... Waffle House. The waitress gushed over Shyloh and gave him a dollar for his birthday and it really made Shyloh's night! We came home and cut he cake and dove in. He LOVED the cake. That night I showed Shyloh pictures of his parties before and he was really upset his didn't shove his face in the cake, like his previous parties and asked for another cake to be made. I was totally okay with that being his only complaint!

So the party was a great day for him. He loved his presents and was surrounded with people who loved him, even if it was just five of us. It wasn't tons of presents, or a huge cake, or lots of decorations, it wasn't a large party like his others. He didn't mind though, and I guess if he didn't, I shouldn't mind either. That day I realized, things change, and that's okay.

Thank you all for reading, once again I apologize for the long lapse between the last blogs, I have been busy, but I was also in a funk. Things are better now, and I'll be sure to blog more often!

Love always,

Mother Creech

xx