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We took her cake (I use this term fairly loosely) into school.
Yes, a watermelon and an ice cream cake.
Sort of three green hills, with the knight standing amongst them.
The kids devoured everything.
Even the kid who was allergic to watermelon.
Two Foot Guru was completely delighted.
I was tense.
I mean….it isn’t the designer cakes most other mums have turned out.
I was worried she’d be disappointed.
Well, with a face covered in sticky ice cream and watermelon juice, she tucked the 6 candle in one pocket and the knight in the other.
She hasn’t let go of her knight all evening.
And I’m filled with a humble gratefulness that she isn’t one of those kids – who judge their parents based upon their performance compared with stereotyped parents.
Tomorrow is her treasure hunt.
Through the many playgrounds she’s begged to play at but we’ve been en route so haven’t stopped at.
The boot of the car is packed with her presents from everyone.
And yet I still have this niggling nervousness.
Is it good enough?
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Sir Wigglybutt thinks so. (“Mamma! He’s not called that – he doesn’t wiggle his bum at all!”)
I have very fond memories of treasure hunt birthdays when I was a child.
I know as a parent that it was to extend the gift giving, due to financial limitations.
We have these limitations – and we try not to focus on gifts as much as getting a day where you are just IT and a bag of chips.
I doubt the pulling power of home made presents, competing with the flashy toys available.
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I’m terrified of my sewing machine still – and I’m learning by myself to sew.
So her super hero cape could be a bit tatty (or slightly chewed by the vicious jaws on the machine).
So, what of all this insecurity?
Well I want her to know I think she is the most beautiful, intelligent, imaginative and wonderful girl in all the world.
And I worry that nowadays kids only speak in gift language.
I still have letters and cards from my mum, sister, stepdad….all telling me I’m awesome.
I never really understood then, as a surly teenager and twenty something.
Now, as a parent who wants to convey that to my child, I get it.
I’m so thankful that my family, although far from the party-planner-organised events we’ve witnessed, gifted love – honestly and without hesitation.
Hopefully one day my Guru will feel the same.
And tomorrow will find joy in the simplicity of things.
Tomorrow my lack of cake decorating and sewing ability.
Our inability to throw a massive party and fly in all her friends from interstate, buy her a pony and a full suit of (measured to fit) armour.
Will be placed aside.
And this slightly tatty mamma will concentrate hard on just conveying my love.
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