My oldest is going to turn 10 next week. I’ve got a decade of parenting under my belt!
So it was good that I found The Candle in the back of the closet today. I usually forget to get it out and we end up burning it after the fact. It’s the birthday countdown candle.
I had one when I was growing up and remember it well – so I’m hoping our little tradition of doing it for her will be remembered.
Except today I looked a little closer at the 1950’s scenes depicted on it. Like this:
Sharing a soda with a boy at the age of 12? Over my dead body, girl!
I do appreciate the graduation shown at the age of 18 – but what about the subsequent college graduation? Huh? Girl is going to graduate. It does show a possible marriage partner at age 21 – kinda scary. Happened that way in my life – but that’s because I met a Mr MIP. What if she meets Mr DeadBeat? What if she share a soda at 12 and he’s a dumb kid who has no goals in life?
Sorry girl, mommy’s putting this candle away ’til next year.
(By the way – this kind of candle is a great baby gift. I don’t have a specific place to get it from, but if you google “birthday countdown candle”, you’ll find plenty of options.)