Today my son Max turned 10.
I remember him eating cake on his first birthday. He’d never had anything sweet up until that moment, and yet he went straight into the frosting, face first, no hands. He looked up with surprise, licked his lips, and went straight back in.
What I find so interesting is that the frosting was white (I didn’t add food coloring), and the cake didn’t have any special decorations or sprinkles, nothing colorful to draw him in. Yet he dove in face-first. For all he knew that could have been mashed potatoes on his cake, and he never went in face-first with his mashed potatoes.
So why face-first with the cake? Here’s what I think.
There’s something about cake and birthdays. I don’t know…I guess the two just beg adventure, celebration and the reckless abandon of trying something new. It’s the excitement of what lies ahead, with the grounding nature of tradition. It’s about looking forward, while savoring a special moment. Maybe it’s just the simple joy of white frosting!
Tonight we’ll celebrate with Max, who has asked for Pad Thai and strawberry ice cream for his birthday dinner. He decided he didn’t actually like cake on his 2nd birthday. My hope for Max, and both of our boys, is that they spend the next 10 years in that exploring nature they had on their first birthdays.
This morning Max said to me, “Mom, people think that 10 years is not very much, that it’s kind of short. I think that’s a lot of years, don’t you?”
What do you think? What’s happened in your life in the past 10 years, and what do you dream about 10 years from now? I’d love to hear from you, so please feel free to comment.
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