Tomorrow, my sweet Thing One turns 14, a thought that pierces my heart. I have no idea when he got so old or grew so tall...a young man now, no longer a boy. And tomorrow, I will not see him at all. This is the first birthday any one of my children will be spending entirely away from me.
It's a matter of logistics, unfortunately. Thing One and Petunia are both playing in one soccer tournament two hours east of us, a distance that effectively requires two overnight stays given a very early Saturday morning game and ugly traffic in between. Thing Two has a soccer tournament about 90 minutes northwest of us, commuting distance but still a long haul. Because Himself and I have to divide and conquer, one or the other of us will be away from Thing One on his birthday, and it is what it is. Just one of those things.
When I was growing up, my dad traveled a lot for work. I mean a LOT. It was not at all unusual for him to be out of town for birthdays, anniversaries, etc; again, just one of those things. Whatever the occasion was, we'd celebrate it when he got home...we called those occasions "moveable feasts" in my family since we'd move the celebration to whenever we could all be together.
For the first time ever, the birthday of one of my children has become a moveable feast. We will sing just as loudly and hug just as tightly and eat just as much cake on the 9th as we would have on the 8th, and life as we know it will go on. And on the 8th, I will hug Thing Two just a little more often than usual because he will be the only kid I can reach!