This weekend I thought it prudent to have a little talk with Makenna. We're not huge on birthdays around here. We do celebrate with cake and ice cream with presents added in. The kids have had a party or two under their belt. It's just not alot of fanfare. It's how we roll.
This year is a little different. Paige is turning 16 in a few weeks. Wow. Sixteen years old. I gotta hold that thought for her birthday post because it just blows my mind.
Sixteen is special. Lots of grand things can happen with sixteen. You might can get a driver's license to further steps to freedom and Independence. Dating becomes a bit more important. I loved sixteen. I recall it fondly and I just believe it should be special.
I thought I would have a talk with Makenna about how this year, Paige may get a little more because it's a monumental birthday.
What was I worried about? That kid is smooth as glass and doesn't mind a bit. I love that my kids aren't jealous of each other. I don't know if having them five years apart has made them this way or if it's just how they are.
I know she was smooth about it all but I felt I needed to go a step further with the whole explanation.
It went something like this:
Me: I know it may seem like Paige is raking in this year and all but just think! Next year you turn 12 and I get to take you to the Clinique counter and have them show you how to apply make-up (age appropriate, of course) and really make a day of it!
Makenna: (confused look) Huh?
Me: You remember when I took Paige when she turned 12. It's a great thing to get your first little bit of make-up.
Makenna: (perplexed look) Why on earth would I want make-up?
Me: (confused look)
Makenna: I don't care for that makeup stuff. I mean, what is makeup but pancake on your face and what good is a pancake if it isn't edible?
Me: Alrighty then. Let me know if you change your mind.
See? My oldest child was chomping at the bit to wear make-up by age 10-11. Middle kid? Could care less at this point.
I'll never be able to keep at the rate they're going.