When September rolled around, Mom said, “It’s time to start thinking about your birthday!” just as she did every year. So we sat down at the kitchen table and went through the annual checklist to pull off a party personalized just for me. And as always, I felt like the most special girl in the whole world.
What theme do you want for your party? (I must have had some undue influence from Rainbow Brite, because the theme always seemed to include some variation of rainbows and hearts.)
What shape do you want for your cake? (Yes, Mom made it from scratch.)
What flavor do you want for the cake? (Cherry. Every single time.)
Everything was nailed down, and I could feel my little heart fluttering in anticipation.
But then came the final question:
Who do you want to invite to your party?
I swallowed hard. “Mom,” I said, “I wish my birthday was in the spring, not the fall.”
She looked at me quizzically. “Why, honey?”
“It’s too early in the year. I don’t have friends yet.
And it was true. I was the slow-to-warm-up kid, the shy girl, the one who stood on the outskirts at recess until she worked up the confidence to break in sometime around second semester.
Mom didn’t miss a beat. “No problem,” she said. “We’ll just invite all the girls in your class.”
But at the age of almost-six, I didn’t notice. My eyes were already dancing with visions of hearts and rainbows. In an instant, through the magic of Mom’s words, I’d gone from having zero friends to having 15.
And when it was time to blow out the candles on my heart-shaped cake, surrounded by every single girl in my class, I felt so happy I might as well have swallowed a rainbow whole. For once, everything seemed so perfect I could hardly think of anything to wish for. I remember offering a halfhearted wish for the ultimate icing on the day: an actual rainbow in the sky.
But I have a hunch God gave priority to a mom’s prayers in that moment. A mom who was whispering prayers for the heart of a little girl who wanted a friend. A mom who was making a wish herself—for a day free of rain (and accompanying rainbows) so there would be room for 16 little girls in party hats at the table outside.
This is 30 years late, but thanks, Mom. Thanks for the Best Birthday Party Ever.