Confessions of an Heiress

Chapter 19 - It's My Party And I'll Cry if I Want To

Today is Atlas' birthday. I know. I can hardly believe it. It seems like he was only born yesterday, and yet I have a hard time remembering what life was like without him. I can't imagine him being any different than he is now... and yet.. time marches forward. Or at least that's what people say. Truthfully, I wish he would stay little like this forever.

We're throwing this big birthday party. He's never going to remember it. Robi and my mom have been planning it for months. They stopped telling me about all the plans when I told them how it was completely unnecessary to throw such a huge party for a baby. They seem to think it's very necessary, like he won't grow up if there aren't 50 kinds of cupcakes. They even hired caterers. I don't even want to know how much this is costing.

Atlas and I are hanging out up here in my bedroom while Robi and Grandma direct the chaos below. I told Robi not to call me until everything is ready and guests are arriving. I'm a professional party guest after all. A birthday party like this reminds me too much of work. I know exactly what I'm missing and that's why Atlas and I are staying out of the way until it's time to make our appearance.

Hey beautiful. Your public awaits.

Really? You're ready already?

Well, almost ready. The caterer is setting up. People are starting to arrive. If it's not too much like work for you, do you think you could come down and greet them?

Sure babe. Just let me freshen up. Do you want to take the little guy down with you now?

Hey Birthday Boy. You want to come downstairs with Daddy and check out all the balloons? You've got a stack of presents piling up. Uncle Plato must have spent a million bucks on you.

He doesn't want his nephew to be Llama-less.

Do I look like a mother? I mean, isn't there some kind of "mom" look? Sometimes I'm worried I'm turning into a total mom, and other times I just think I'll never get it right. I'm an Heiress. I'm a Professional Party Guest. I don't feel old enough to be anyone's mom. Isn't it funny how you spend the first half of your life worrying that you're not old enough and the rest of it worrying that you're too old?

It's just Atlas is going to be talking soon. He's going to do more than just lay there. I kinda like that he just lays there and grins at me. I feel like there's not too much that I can screw up. I just don't know how to feel about him changing. Of course it's exciting. But will I still be a good mom when he's older?

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