Over the weekend we celebrated Arabella’s birthday. A birthday where she left her teens behind. It struck her that she’s getting old. ‘I’m so old, mum; I don’t want to be this old, I liked being a teenager’. I didn’t like her being a teenager and am quite happy we’re moving on.
‘If you’re feeling old Arabella, spare a thought for me. You can’t stop time and now that you’re no longer a teenager I’m imagining that’s it for the theatrics, tantrums and tears?’
‘I’m not sure, mum; I’m not feeling any more mature. And how are you going with my party?’ When Arabella asked me if she could have a party, I said, ‘You don’t need to have a party every single birthday. Every now and then you can skip a year like I do. When was the last time I had a party?’
‘Mum, you don’t have parties because that’s your choice; that’s the way you like it. I’m not like that; I love parties and my friends would think I’m weird if I didn’t have a party’.
So for the actual birthday we started the day with the present-giving ceremony which was rather lacklustre given two items ordered on-line failed to be delivered on time.
Then we went out for a family breakfast and despite the early hour, the two, who are no longer teenagers ripped open the cocktail menu and ordered Bloody Mary’s.
Then it was down to the beach for an outing on the boat with the two best girls included. Under the blue skies (that have been rare of late), they went around to Sydney Harbour and looked at all the landmarks and cruise ships and Sydney icons.
But back to the party. There’s 60 invited but, ‘Don’t worry mum, not all of them will be able to come’. I’m still waiting for definite numbers but I thought 20 would have been plenty. The plan is that they’re having a lunchtime picnic down at the beach (excellent, no mess in the house and nothing for me to do), then they’re coming back here in the late afternoon for birthday cake and snacks and drinks on the verandah, then they’re going to a night club and I shouldn’t expect her home before three or four.
She must have some stamina because that’s a 13-hour party! Because they’re all coming here for cake I’ve been busy cleaning the house which never seems to look any better despite no end of effort. Ticking the housework off my list, it’s on with the cake and it’s not going to be of Titanic proportions but rather slightly more humble as this is a 20th and not a 21st. This gorgeous birthday card is my inspiration.
So, I’m tying up my apron and heading into the kitchen. I’ll be back soon with the cake!
PS: About that beard! This week he’s played the role of a terrorist in a short film and later this week he’s being photographed for a music festival. He’s promised me that after the photo shoot the beard’s coming off. But then again he also says he’ll tidy his room. Stay tuned.