Three weekends from now Cuyler will turn 8 years old.
For the first time we are having a friend party. We haven’t had one before and it has never mattered to him.
Until this year. He wanted a party with “friends”.
We booked a great place in town that he loves.
He’s already made his birthday present wish list.
He will take them to school on Monday and distribute them to his friends.
He is incredibly excited about his party.
I am incredibly nervous.
Nervous that nobody will come.
And that he will be crushed.
It’s a very interesting life I lead with these three kids o’ mine. Especially the boys.
I have an opposing life with my boys. They are so close in age (18mos) yet complete polar opposites in every way.
Cam gets invited to birthday parties all the time. Cuy does not.
Cam had friends over all the time. Cuyler never does.
Cam has sleepovers. Cuyler never has before.
I have never once been nervous planning a party for Cam. Never. I know his friends. I like his friends. I know and like their parents.
Cuyler does not have friends. There are kids that he really likes. But to play with? nope.
A few of the parents know who Cuyler is. I know a couple are even smitten with him (how could you not be??). And I hope they know how much it would mean to him if their child comes to his party.
I hope that they come even though Cuyler is not on top of their buddy list. Or even on it at all.
That’s my birthday wish for him.
I hope they come because if they don’t he will be crushed.
And I will be heartbroken.