On my husband’s birthday one of the most important things I do to is to make sure he has a birthday cake.
As a child he was not exposed to the best environment.
He was often left alone with his two younger brothers while his mother and stepfather went out to drink and take drugs.
There often were no birthday party celebrations or acknowledgements. He even told me one year he had to make his own cake.
I feel his pain inside because for a child to feel unwanted must be the hardest thing to accept. It has taken him his entire life to come to grips with his feelings. It’s something which still bothers him.
So this birthday I made him a small cake just for him and our son. It was pretty cute!
If I made a large cake I would be eating the leftovers!
I sat there watching him enjoy it.
Sometimes I wish I could take his pain away. But unfortunately I can’t.
But I can love him and let him know in every way he matters the most to me!