My daughter Olivia has been invited to her first birthday party. A birthday party where you go and there are games, and cake, and ice cream and other children...but mom drops you off for two hours. Oh, I hope she will do it. Depending on the day she wavers on whether she will go to the party without me. I want her to go, I want her to enjoy friends and cake. And, then I think...she's not quite 5 yet...what's the harm if I stay just one more time? Olivia is my home girl. She loves her room her dog, and her sister. She has a little piece of velcro that seems to stick to the cul-de-sac. She shows no sign of wanderlust.
I asked her yesterday if she would like a special dress to give to Emily, the birthday girl. She seemed very excited. So, I spent a couple of hours making this dress for the darling and ever so feminine Emily. Only, Liv doesn't seem too impressed. Now she wants to present Emily with a baseball bat. (Which I don't think Emily would really appreciate...the ever so feminine Emily.) I made the dress, and Liv will have to arrive with it in hand, full of birthday wishes.
Oh, I hope she decides she can muster all that is brave to attend the party because you know...preschool starts in a few weeks. And they don't let mom stay at preschool, even if she does arrive with party dresses.