Our babies turned one this month. And as much joy as we have for this celebration, there’s a bittersweetness there too. Mostly because they’re our last babies. So the end of this year marks a close to a lot of the mothering experience for us: the last time we’re pregnant, the last newborn smell, the last middle-of-the-night nursing session when it seems no one else in the world is awake except you two, the last first word, the last first steps, the last time a tiny hand curiously pushes an index finger into a tiny birthday cake and smears it all over their face, the last person to call us “mama.”
So, as much as our Pinterest feeds would like to insist that we go all out with the big themed birthday party, this year, we’re keeping things much closer to home. When I decided a couple years ago that I was done with the big Pinterest party thing, it completely changed my approach to kids’ parties and thus changed my life. Small and simple is the way to go, especially for a first birthday. The baby will never remember the party, so really, the party is for us: the moms. It’s a chance to celebrate the last year, the one year when we were the most important person in the world for this little human. The year our bond was cemented, before anyone else’s. The year that little heart that we built from scratch came out to see the world for the first time.
And, as luck would have it, not only did we get to be pregnant together, on maternity leave together, and navigating through the world of being moms of two together, we got to be at each other’s celebrations of a really special year.