DD’s birthday has never merited much ink on the blog. I did not do a big post on her big day last year and I was planning to gloss over it this year too. But we had such a big party ( not expensive, mind you) just big in terms of the love, affection and good wishes that we were surrounded by all night, that I thought it deserved a post.
We’ve always tried to do something different for DD’s birthdays. One year we rented out the Children’s museum for 5 hours one time it was at the park. For a few years she was into inflatables so we did it at a couple of places in town that you can rent for parties. Last year all her friends went to a ceramic place to paint an item of their choice which was then glazed and given back to them.
This year, showing ever-increasing signs of turning into a young woman, DD wanted a spa day with her closest friends. So on Saturday, we made our way to the local nail salon for a spa day for 7 young ladies. There was a lot of discussion on what colors to pick, what patterns to go with and what designs to have on the nails. Eventually, all decisions being made, they sat down to get pampered. 90 minutes later, we had a bevy of beauties sporting purples, pinks, reds, oranges, shimmering grays, blues and greens. Needless to say, they took over the whole salon. They flitted from table to table, they cooed and tittered. It was such a girly thing to do. The only boy at the party – he made a brief appearance to drop his sister off and couldn’t handle it for more than 5 minutes. He said, I’m heading home with my mom. I will see you all at dinner.
We came home to a night of girls shrieking, yelling, getting their Foosball on with painted nails, food, cake, music and good times.
Last night, for the first time, I looked at all of DD’s friends and realized they’re not babies any more. Somewhere, without us realizing, they have turned into young women. They’re poised, hold themselves with grace, talk charmingly and impress without trying.
I realized last night, I have to actually start
thinking worrying about boys – lovely girls such as these are going to attract a lot of attention – both wanted and unwanted.
As a parent, while I am lamenting the loss of my baby and her innocent, babyish ways, I am also incredibly proud of the young women we have raised. I have not come across a smarter, prettier, more polite bunch of young things. On that note, I leave you with pictures of the revelry that went on last night.