You see, I know there are plenty in this world who would have looked at his life and said why bother? A kid like that is more of a hassle than he’s worth. Sure, they probably wouldn’t have said it outright, but deep down, that’s what a lot think.
But today, I got another chance to shout back at them: He is my son. And he is absolutely worth it. He’s worth hours spent on just-right cupcakes. He’s worth making sure every detail is covered. He’s even worth washing rocks so that they don’t look so dirty around the fire-pit (let’s just say I’m in an ‘I hate dirt’ phase, and there’s a lot of it in Lusaka).
He is worth celebrating, and I will continue to do it not just on his birthday, but everyday I get to be with him. I am utterly privileged to be his Mama, and completely head over heels for this little boy. People can say whatever they will, but as for me- I do declare I am blessed, thankful, and filled with joy to be the one who gets to throw his birthday parties. Bring em on (but not too fast…).
