Littlegirl’s anniversary is looming over this week.
In some ways it’s just a dominant part of the mental chatter that’s going on these days. (For example: the coming baby, the bloody bathroom and trying to shave in an airplane bathroom sized sink, how Irish bishops have been fully knowledgable about the wholesale abuse of boys and girls in the Dublin area over the last 30 years, how the country has been covered with unprecedented floods and the fact that Ireland beat South Africa in Rugby at the weekend!)
This evening my wife and I were talking about the anniversary, which is on Saturday, and she said that she didn’t want to focus on what we ‘should be doing.’ I thought she was referring to how we should spend the day as we wish doing something that suits us, rather than what people might expect us to do. But no, she was talking about how we should be celebrating our daughter’s first birthday with a party.
It had never even occurred to me that this anniversary, in another life, would be a birthday party. That it would mark the successful navigation of the first year of a young childs journey. Wow. How did I miss that?
In spite of a year spent thinking over Littlegirl, I guess I still have some ground to cover.