When you turn seven aparently you need to have a spaceship birthday cake. It needs to be the Liberator from Blakes 7 (for obvious reasons if you know us and the 1970s BBC Sci Fi series) and it needs to be 3D chocolate. Of course.
We pulled off something resembling all of that to the best of our ability, because we are amazing parents, but unfortunately I cant show you a photo.... so here is a picture of the real Liberator.
Impressive machine yes? Now just imagine that as a cake and you get the idea.
I cant show you a photo because B didn't have a birthday party. He had the family around to eat the Liberator cake, but that was not a party. There were no party games, no party decorations or party loot bags - so it wasn't a party. He didn't have a party because his behaviour over a number of weeks (school holidays) wasn't appropriate. It seems when you are nearly seven you might think it is okay to lie about lots of things, hit and spit on your sister and do lots of talk back showing little if no respect to the parents who bought you into this world.
But he did get presents, we are not that cruel. And when you are seven your favourite birthday presents are Lego (no changes there) electronic devices and things you can fiddle with, like a model making kit, pin art, moneybox maze, solar powered car, and plaster block with buried treasure inside to discover. All of these great toys appeal to a seven year old's need to understand how things work and how stuff is put together and whats inside.
Unfortunately when you turn seven your behaviour is much the same as when you were nearly seven, but now Mum and Dad haven't got a birthday party to try and bribe you with, not that that even worked...I am trying to remember that my lovely first born baby boy is inside this seven year old B. A baby that needed his mother so much, but it appears as if there isn't much inside B at all, as he is often announcing,
"I am hungry."
To which I reply, "I am Mummy."
Despite the lack of a birthday party B has been really looking forward to turning seven. I asked him what he liked about being seven and he said,
"It's nice to be seven because you are tall."
3 comments:
I am in awe. Good on you for sticking to your guns re the party and his behaviour.
I'm trying to remember when Josh was nearly seven but he's a different kid to our Em who was already a little cow by then.
Good Luck. ;)
CF being a parent is not easy, in fact it is the most difficult job in the world.
B is just testing the boundaries and you have to teach him to take responsibility for his actions and because you love him and his sister more than anything in the universe you have to culitivate a zen-like patience.
Boys are wild and busy and hard-headed but you are older and wiser. Trust your instincts and hold your ground if possible, which you did in the case, so more power to you my friend.
Take care and big hugs
Peggy xxxx
PS Tell B happy birthday from Joseph and me.
Oh that is just fabulous. Our two boys would get on well. I'm a bit let down though - I was counting on you to give me a cake photo like last year seeing they are only a month apart in age ;-) Oh well -I'll have to take a close look at the photo you've put up.
Pokemon loved his cake last year - thanks to you. Funny how they both like discovering treasure in plaster molds too!!
Hoping his attitude holds so he can have a party. He's missing his friends a bit being homeschooled n all.
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