Time flies. It’s hard to believe but our little guy turned lucky number 8 last weekend.
T had been counting down excitedly for weeks. But his birthday week got off to a rough start.
Last Monday, T woke up around midnight and threw up. A lot. Then woke up every hour after to throw up even more.
We kept him home for two days. It turned out a stomach bug went around his class, as his teacher and classmates also caught it.
Thankfully, he was fine by the weekend.
We did a Sonic the Hedgehog theme birthday, with matching balloon colours.
The hubby baked a homemade Sonic cake with cake toppers purchased online.
And the cake was yum!
T really wanted a party, but with my sister’s funeral taking all our energy, we didn’t have time to plan one. We made a pledge to do one, his first-ever party, for his 9th birthday next year.
But it was wonderful that his CYW gave him a gift and two classmates each made him a card.
My good friend dropped off a book for T, another Oliver Jeffers book, which has become an annual tradition. Our family loves his books.
Instead of a party, we took T to Niagara for fun at the Fallsview waterpark.
The last time we were there was to celebrate T’s 5th birthday, with his foster parents and brother. Little did we know that a few weeks later, the world would forever change with the pandemic.
It was nice watching T have fun at the waterpark. What a difference three years makes. We didn’t need to supervise him closely this time.
We really needed this weekend as much as T did and it was a welcomed change from the challenging last while.
You know you’re exhausted when you sign a birthday card for your son using your first name instead of “Papa.” 😆
In Chinese culture, 8 is considered a lucky number, because it is often associated with wealth.
During the drive to and from Niagara, we played “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)” by Eurythmics.
I’m not sure where T first heard this song but it’s his current favorite and on repeat in the car. He calls it the “seven seas song.”
Growing up, we often heard our parents share their dreams. It often had to do with us being a doctor or having a well-paying job – because wealth was often associated with success and a good life.
As a grown up and a parent – and I’m not just viewing this through the lens of special needs – my dream for T is more simple and open ended.
In my prayers, I pray for T to grow up happy, healthy, self sufficient, to do something he loves, to have lasting friendships and relationships, to stay out of trouble, and to contribute light to this world.
How he does that – we’re open to all possibilities.
As life with T teaches us, there is no linear nor singular path to success.
Sweet dreams are not made of just this one thing.
As T noted while he was playing with his golden 8 balloon, 8 turned sideways is infinity.
And who am I to disagree?