VT Mamateurs

Just a few days ago a friend pinned the above picture and quote. For whatever reason (reason obviously being that I am a emotional/unstable person) I started to cry and immediately re-pinned it. I guess it would only be fair to explain my tears and reasoning for blowing up the above picture for our “to be” gallery wall.

Every year for the boys birthdays we get them balloons. Now granted they are only two but everybody knows what a balloon means to kids. They are awesome and more people should walk around with them on a daily basis. I mean even a bad person looks good with a balloon. Anyway…So I started the tradition of sneaking into their room and tying balloons (one for each year) onto their cribs. I am telling you there is nothing more beautiful than seeing their smiling faces looking up at something so simple, made of plastic and air. I missed ”Operation Balloon” this year as I was in labor with Piper. But I made my mother promise to tie two balloons each to their cribs. She did and she also took the picture that will someday end up in the Book of Birthday Mornings for my little dudes.

The tradition doesn’t end there. On the day after their birthday, when the balloons are now scattered in the living room being used as weapons and my fear of tripping and popping magnifies, we bring them out to the front porch and let them go. The balloons, not the boys.  The little dudes love it! I know I am probably getting some cyber scowls for the lack of eco-friendly disposal, but I will take the criticism. My kids smiles, laughter and jumping up and down are so worth it.

As we laid on the grass staring up at the balloons becoming dots in the sky my curious little Mr. Finn asked “Where balloon go?” I didn’t want to launch into the science of air pressure and altitude so I told my little men that the balloons go to all the people in Heaven. Of all the explanations I have to give them, this one stuck. I believe it may come in handy one day.

I don’t know how many more years I will be able to pull off sneaking balloons to their room in the middle of the night or how many more times it will be cool to let them go in our front yard. But I will keep trying until….well I can’t. And that my friends is why I started to cry. Just like the picture says, “let it go” and someday I will just have too. Until then the tradition sticks.

Anyone have a tradition to share?