It’s my son’s birthday tomorrow.
It’s going to be a very different sort of celebration as we’re still confined by the conditions of the Movement Control Order (MCO) that is still ongoing in Malaysia, at least till the end of the month (or longer, depending on what the government decides).
I am a mixture of feelings. Generally speaking, a tangled mess of emotions.
First of all, we haven’t really done much to prepare for this occasion. (We barely made it to shop for some simple birthday gifts today).
Secondly, I feel sorry for my son, because he will not be getting the usual round of celebrations that most family birthdays call for: A meal with grandparents, a private celebration with us at home, and a birthday bash at school with his classmates and teachers.
All of that… not happening this time around.
He just has us. And we have him. (Oh, and our youngest son too, of course).
He isn’t complaining though. He’s already told us what kind of cake he wants and in what theme. He is at ease, confident, that having made his requests, it would be fulfilled in some measure tomorrow. He knows there will be a present, but even then, he didn’t make any specific demands about it.
He isn’t doubting in any way that there will be some form of birthday party tomorrow. Though, of course, my husband, our youngest son and I will be the only ones in attendance.
I guess at this young age he is still content with simple things.
Perhaps I shouldn’t despair as much as I am doing, and ought to laugh it off the way he does most of the time.
My crazy, happy-go-lucky boy version of Winnie The Pooh turns five tomorrow.
Maybe I should just let that be enough for now.
Never mind the new job that I’m barely coping with, and the mayhem and mess all throughout the home, and the fact that we are still uncertain about many things in the near future.
Tomorrow. I’ll have it all together tomorrow.