Eight years ago today I became a mother for the first time. It was probably the greatest and most memorable experience of my life but also the one that changed it forever. Her turning eight both makes me happy but also a little bit sad. Happy because she is mine and I get to see her developing into a wonderful girl and a little bit sad, because it is all just happening so fast!
As most families probably, in our family we are very big on birthday traditions. Many of these are traditions that I grew up with and have brought with me into this little family. The main one is the birthday breakfast. For as long as I can remember my mother used to make us this roughly translated “cake woman” which is very Danish and basically a lot of buns formed as a girl (or a boy). Together with the “cake woman” there are of course all the gifts laid out by the plate which are opened before anything is eaten. I used to love this (and still do) and can see that the kids do it to. If you want to try it, here is the recipe for the cake woman/ man.
This year was a bit tricky concerning gifts. Partly I think it has to do with her age. Eight is somewhere between being a little girl and being a big girl, but still not a teenager. She still likes toys but doesn’t excite her as they used to. Things for bigger kids are starting too be more interesting, but still good gifts are hard to find. On top of that, when asked, she said that she doesn’t really need anything…… On one hand I am happy that she gets the idea that we are trying to teach her, to differentiate between what she wants and what she needs. On the other hand, she is just a girl and I want her to enjoy that, especially on her birthday.
So gifts she got; a pair of jeans, books, lots of things for crafts that she loves and money from her grandparents abroad to buy herself something nice and so I think that it is a happy little and big girl that just went to bed after a day filled with birthday traditions and fun.
מזל טוב לדוידה!!!!
תודה 🙂