Aden’s recent birthday party went really well, but it occurred to me as I was trying to fall asleep that night that it was almost a disaster. By the skin of our teeth did it work out.
But first of all, this is what Aden looks like at nine. It is
blowing my mind that she is nine already. I remember her as a tiny
thing in the hospital, and my precious baby learning to walk and talk,
and then run and dance and play with friends and become a big sister and
go to school and oh my god now she’s nine.
Anyway, the party crisis was this: I had Aden make her own
invitations and be responsible for handing them out at school. Two
nights before the party I asked her who was coming, and not only wasn’t
she sure, but she said three of the invites never made it out of her
backpack. It was after 8:30 in the evening, so I made her call the mom
of each of the girls in question and ask if they were available for the
party (which they were).
Now, initially Aden told me she wanted a
small, quiet party, maybe even with her being able to serve hot cocoa
from her tea set for fun. But she made about eight invitations, which
with my three kids adds up to a lot of kids. The only guests who
actually showed up for the party were the three I made her call.
The party was perfect. Three girls turned out to be the perfect number
to have over. That made six kids gathered around the dining room table,
and they made their own pizzas and while the pizzas baked the kids
played Pin the Tail on the Donkey, and then a sort of makeshift two team
version of Pictionary. (That game was adorable, because Quinn was the
‘hat’ that held the slips of paper telling people what to draw, and for
some reason they couldn’t all sit back to watch the person drawing, they
all kept jumping up to gather close to the easel.)
I know one of the kids who came to Mona’s party
had simply put that invitation up on his fridge without mentioning it
to his mom until the night before, and she panicked and gave me a call
and I told her it was not too late to RSVP and of course he could come.
I’m sure lots of Aden’s invitations will show up during winter break
backpack cleanings. But as I say, it was a perfect little party and
exactly what Aden wanted. I just can’t believe how close it came to
being a really disappointing day instead. I think next year I will
follow up on the guest list a little more closely.
I can’t believe I’ve been a mom for nine years. It’s gone by so fast and yet feels like forever.