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The Sleepy Eye Herald Dispatch - Sleepy Eye, MN
  • A birthday score

  • Christmas in our household has significance for two very special reasons.
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  • Christmas in our household has significance for two very special reasons.
    The first, of course, is that is marks the most special holiday in Christianity. The second is that just two days after Christmas, is son, Mason's, birthday.
    One thing that Mason has always wished was different about his birthday, was that he wouldn't have to compete with Jesus as a reason to celebrate.
    Though everyone tries hard to remember his special occasion, invariably, it has sometimes gotten overlooked amidst all the hoopla surrounding the holiday. Mason has accepted, although sometimes begrudgingly, being a runner-up in the joyous birthday competition.
    This year, when the presents were handed out on Christmas day, we mistakenly handed him the presents we meant to hold onto for his birthday. Hubby and I were filled with dread when we realized we had nothing to give Mason on his actual birthday.
    After several tense hours of deliberating about how to fix our mistake Hubby announced, "We should take him to a Timberwolves game!" 
    I wasn't immediately on-board because we had already over-spent on our Christmas budget. Hubby reminded me that we were running out of options and this would definitely go down in the books for Mason as one of the WORST birthdays if we didn't do SOMETHING.
    The following day I asked Maddie if Mason would enjoy going to a Timberwolves game for his birthday.
    "He would do back flips if he could watch the Timberwolves on his birthday," she told me enthusiastically.
    I gave Hubby the go-ahead to buy tickets.
    "I want this to be a surprise," Hubby told me. "Don't. Tell. Maddie." 
    My life just got exponentially harder.
    First, and foremost, his sister already sorta knew and secondly, she can't keep a secret if her life depended on it.
    The morning of Mason's birthday I told him that we had a birthday surprise for him instead of a gift. Maddie squealed with delight.
    Darn! She did remember our conversation.
    I made it absolutely clear that she was not to breath a word to Mason about where we were going. Mason, of course, after so many recent birthday disappointments, didn't actually believe that we were taking him anywhere.
    "Where are we going?" he asked Hubby.
    "You'll see!" Maddie giggled.
    Hubby caught her eye and put an end to it.
    Mason remained calm and cool for the two hours we drove to the Twin Cities. Maddie, fortunately, played along for the sake of her brother and pretended (with an excellent poker face) that she had no idea where we were going. After we all piled out of the car in the Target Center parking ramp, Hubby asked Mason if he had guessed the surprise yet.
    Page 2 of 2 - Mason was cautious to guess, but was soon doing fist pumps in the air after Hubby told him we were at Target Center to watch the Timberwolves. The wolves won by nearly 20 points that night.
    As we sat in a Buffalo Wild Wings after the game, weary with delight, Mason gave us a play-by-play of the entire game–again. We all listened intently as if we were hearing it for the first time instead of being there with him. I'm happy to report that this birthday will most likely go down in the books as one of the most memorable for Mason.
    A smile remained plastered on his face until he went to bed that night. I heard him talking in his sleep later and I'm pretty sure he dreamed he was a point guard for the Timberwolves.
    Once the children were in bed, Hubby and I heaved a huge sigh of relief. Finally–after so many disappointing birthday flops–we finally got it right.
    Score one for us! 
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