First I need to tell you about us and balloons. I do not like balloons in the house with young children because I don’t consider them a safe toy so whenever my kids would get balloons like at HEB or other places I would make them pop them and throw them away as soon as they started to deflate. After several meltdowns over busted balloons, I devised a new tactic. Either in the parking lot at our car or in the driveway once we got home, we’d let them go and watch them float away in the sky. The kids thought that was a lot of fun and I became “fun mommy” again.
So Monday we set out to release balloons to celebrate Knox’s birth. There is no denying how sad we were on this day and there was a resurgence of grief over not getting to celebrate WITH him. I do love my 3 yr olds, but we had determined that his birthday is a day for celebrating his life so that is what we wanted to do. We bought 3 balloons each in a different color for each member of our family so 24 in all. It was a crazy windy day and we didn’t give much thought to particulars like how we were going to get them and our kids all in our van or how tangled up they would become. Fortunately, reinforcements were handy for help with the transportation and we somehow got everyone and balloons to the park. Because we had such trouble with them tangling, we let Jon’s, mine, and Creed’s loose as we got them separated. The kids took turn doing this. Then we gave them each of theirs. They let them go one by one watching them float away until they each had one left. Then they let those go together. Lastly, I let baby blue ones go for Knox. It was nice to do something “fun” on his birthday; something he would have been familiar with and enjoyed, but like Anne Michal said, “it was kind of like letting him go again.” That was hard.
We started a new tradition this year. It was way too windy to use plates and forks and napkins so we all just grabbed a fork and dug in. WE decided this is the way we will eat birthday cake from now on. The kids had a blast eating cake this way.