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It was a wonderful party!

Submitted by on Sunday, 1 June 2008 No Comment
Originally published July 23, 2007, thehive.modbee.com  An older and wiser relative told this cautionary tale a few years back, and thank heaven I’ve held onto it. It was her son’s ninth birthday, and it had just been one of those days. House full of screaming kids mixed with a headache and a dash of little things gone wrong. When her husband got home, he asked how the party had gone. “It was awful,” she said. She didn’t know it, but the birthday boy was within earshot. He burst into tears. “I thought it was a wonderful party.” So I’ll say this about Big Guy’s birthday: It was a wonderful party. I was worried at first.  When I finally took the party gear out of hiding, I opened the box and out popped a Darth Vader pinata. Definitely not the one I wanted, and it scared the life out of the guys.   What is that?   Big Guy asked, his eyes wide with terror. I was afraid it was an omen. As I dug into the box, I was thrilled to see the airplane one I'd actually ordered. Whew!  Party karma back on track. There were nooks and crannies of the house that never got cleaned, and only a few of his playmates were able to make it. Some adults who really should have been there had other plans. There were annoyances I had to overlook, and most weren’t from kids. In the end, none of it mattered. All that mattered was the huge smile on a little boy’s face. First thing in the morning, he got his scooter. He’d told me the night before exactly  where he wanted it to be as soon as he woke up, and you better believe he got out of bed and headed for that spot. He had his piñata – even though it was a wimpy little pull-string model, not the one with a stick that he wanted. He seemed to think his airplane cake was worth the hour and a half he spent tugging on my shirt and pleading, “When are you going to be finished! ” He had an audience for his goofy faces and silly antics. He had friends to rough house with in his SpiderMan slip and slide and a brother who didn’t annoy him too much. Little Guy, by the way, came perilously close to repeating the meltdown he had at his own birthday party. Again, he woke up from his nap to find a houseful of people who hadn’t been there when he went to sleep. We were able to cut him off at the pass this time, though. Maybe he’s getting used to this party thing. My carpet was soaked by the time the last guest left six hours later, and the kids slipped and slid the back yard into a muddy mess. And you know what? It really was  a wonderful party.  Copyright 2007 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.

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