My daughter was invited to a party. A party for her friend who is in her drama class. A party for a girl turning 12. The party began at 3:10 immediately following dismissal of school on Friday. Transportation, the gynormus stretch Hummer limo seen here, arrived on site right at 3:15. As one can guess, it drew a large crowd, and that was not limited to those invited to this event. The limo would take the girl and her guests out to Anaheim to visit an indoor kart racing place. My daughter bowed out of this one, despite the responsible adults choosing a kid friendly version of the karts. More power to her! They stayed at the Marriot in a suite. Today they will walk across the street with the responsible adults to the mall and shop around.
I will never be able to give my daughter anything remotely like this. Not many of us can, I dare say. I am glad she was invited to this party. what a grand adventure for someone so young. She had her phone(of course) and I told her to text me when they got to the go kart place, when they got to the hotel, etc. In other words, text me often! She was, after all an hours drive away from me. Well, I need not have told her to do so, for she text me often. I had to clear out my inbox and outbox three times in the course of her absence. I know that if were not for cell phones I never would have been able to let her go. I have control issues.
All in all it was a grand adventure for her. She made it home by 8PM the next day. I don't know if she will ever get an invitation like that again, likewise, I don't know I will be so willing--ok SOMEWHAT willing to let her go. In any case, I am glad she had the experience. She is growing up. I don't remember signing on for that.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Have you ever been treated to a private concert? I was just yesterday. Sure the performer was only 3 and the drum was really an inflatable stool, but isn't that what make believe is all about? He treated us to a guitar solo as well. Before the private concert there was a big concert where he and his sister used the marble entry way as their stage. Ryan on the drums and Emily on lead guitar. The song...errr songs began. I say songs not because there were more than one, but because there was more than one at the same time. While Ryan happily sang his own made up song, Emily belted out her one of her favorite Miley Cyrus songs. Maybe it was Hannah Montana. Same difference right? Even she(Miley) admits to being confused by it sometimes. I digress. It was a treat. It brought me back to my days of play and make believe.
It was then, that I started to wonder where all that goes. It's kind of sad really that we feel so uncomfortable with something that once came naturally. Why not sing into the hairbrush or even the wooden spoon you are cleaning? Why not turn a towel into a cape!? Maybe not all the time, I mean we do have to be grown up some of the time. Yeah, I know it stinks doesn't it? But why not, let that part of you escape the hum drum of grown up life once in a while. I refuse to say "inner child" here. So there! Mostly because the term is old, but also because we all possess childlike qualities, it's just that sometimes we bury them with all that other icky grown up stuff.
So I say, at least once a day we should pretend, play, sing, dance, anything! Something! Talk about therapy. And the best part is, it is free!