I got to go to a party tonight. Just me.
Everyone else was busy and they weren't really invited anyway.
Here's the funny part:
The birthday boy is in grade 8 and is a friend of Hannah's.
I'm a mom and I'm old.
AND I got invited!
I sometimes wonder if people who don't know me (and some who do) think it's creepy that I enjoy good relationships with kids Hannah's age. Maybe it does look strange. I like fist-bumping and high fiving in the hallway at school. Sometimes I even have a little entourage of boys come looking for me at the end of the day to have a little chat and share a laugh. That makes me happy.
It makes me happy because I want to share positive relationship with my kid's friends. I want them to know they have lots of cheerleaders and safe places in the adults around them. I want them to believe that they are worth talking to, even if they're "only kids". I want them to tell me funny stories, and I'm tickled that they might want to listen to some of mine. I want to know them because I want to know more of Hannah, and they share more of her life with her than I do. I want them to know they are valuable and significant and LIKEABLE - (even by old moms like me).
I got to celebrate a great kid's birthday tonight.
He makes people laugh and his eyes sparkle as he draws them in.
My eyes sparkled when I got invited.
I'm glad we're friends.