Funny how decades have more than one life. When I was in high school, we were all abuzz for the 60s and the “hippy” lifestyle. Or at least, the bowdlerized version we imagined it was. For my oldest, it’s the 80s. So when she was deciding what to do for her birthday this year, she asked if she could throw herself a “Fifteen Candles” party. Hard to refuse.
I am a long way from being a perfect parent–I’m impatient, I’m demanding, and I often say the wrong thing. I’ve hurt my child’s feelings plenty of times, and dropped the ball on promises. One thing I do that makes her immensely happy, though, is to always make her an on-demand birthday cake. One year, it was a massive crab–all out of frosting (note: do not do this–the red food coloring, despite all its re-formulation, tastes super icky in large concentrations). Another year, it was a beach-and-shark scene, complete with gummi sharks and a little graham cracker beach hut.