Tuesday, November 24, 2015
15 Years Old
Wow, 15 years old! We're doing things low-key this year. The birthday person picks the meal they want and the kind of cake they want (or, in Sissy's case, root beer floats). Blossom wanted to help me make her cake, and the more we talked about it, the more elaborate it became (to her). I was able to guide her back to simplicity, so that her endeavor to help will be successful, and she was able to crack the eggs, pour in the ingredients and have a try at the electric mixer.
Since we have all the material things we need, we're keeping gifts to a minimum (also, clearing stuff out to simplify to help us all have less distractions and maintenance - crucial for those with special needs and their parents!). I spent two days repairing the quilt that Blossom cut on The Day She Had Scissors and she was very happy to have it back. I'd teased her all day, saying I was giving her something old and a bit worn. She said, "That's okay, Mommy, I will like it anyway." She is so sincere! As the trauma of her past diminishes, her true sweet self is emerging.