For years I have been dogged by this vague memory of a kid’s birthday that didn’t go well. I couldn’t remember which kid it was or which year it was, just that it was something I didn’t want to revisit.
We mothers work hard at keeping our less-than-stellar moments locked in the dark, but sometimes they have a way of slithering into the light.
We were looking at photo albums and came across first birthday parties. The oldest had a great party in the backyard with blue skies, lots of family friends and a giraffe cake. The second one had an adorable clown-themed party with a pink elephant cake with a licorice tail. The third one discovered she had been ripped off.