Evolution or Creation? Both!
by Theresa Reichman
I believe in creation. Not that Adam and Eve mumbo-jumbo, but the action of making something that once was nothing; the potential of empty space to be filled with something grand.
Two weeks ago, my Something Grand turned 2.
(And let me disclose: My children have a terrible habit of marring their pretty little faces right before big photo opps. Scarlett took a chin-dive on the sidewalk outside of our house two days before her first school picture. Cecilia’s birthday was no exception. Let’s just say plastic picture frames are NOT your friend, and Cecilia’s nose found out the hard way. )
But the party went on.
Confession? I’m kind of a party junkie — as in I’m pretty much always either in the process of planning a party or in the process of actually having one. I love the evolution of a party from a mere idea. A theme. A cause. Something simple. And then I get to transform it into moments of arrant happiness that we capsulize and tuck away in our cache of sweet memories.
I like creating those seemingly trivial details, because they make one party stand out from another. And besides, what little girl doesn’t want butterfly tattoos, face-painted butterflies and a butterfly on their cupcake? I dare you to find me one.
But beyond balloons and themed décor, I love that parties bring people together.
I remember when Scarlett was born I wanted to share in the bliss of new life with family and friends. I was so disappointed when literally every close family member was either on vacation, away on business, or on their honeymoon. No joke. While Scarlett did have a number of visitors while she experienced her first moments in the hospital, I vowed that with my second child, there would be a slew of family and friends anxiously pacing the halls waiting for her arrival.
And then Cecilia decided to arrive at 4:27 a.m. and that “slew” of people didn’t arrive until hours later. And even then, it was more of a steady trickle than a “slew.” No slews here. Until Now.
Now we get to make up for it. My girls have a full house for their birthday every year and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There are few things that make my heart swell more than seeing all the people who love my girl gather together to celebrate her life. Watching them hug, laugh and share memories. It’s nothing short of spectacular.
And a strange thing is happening… Our girls are getting friends. Like, real friends. Not the kind that we set them up with and they cry half of the time because their “friend” stole their toy. But friends that they talk about long after the cupcakes have been eaten, the presents unwrapped and the friends have gone home.
The party was a huge success. Cecilia really understood it this year. She unwrapped her own gifts (with just a little assistance), blew out her own candles and apparently cupcakes really do taste better with butterflies on them! Sister ate four of them. And why not? It is her birthday, after all.
And don’t you worry. This party addict will be getting her next fix soon. A certain little Leo I know will be celebrating four years this August.
So yeah, I suppose I’m a pretty huge fan of creation.
But you know what? I’m finding evolution to be pretty sweet, too.