Big Kids

it was our middle child's 4th birthday party this past weekend and we decided to go balls-to-the-wall (god i love that expression) with a supehero-themed party extravaganza. we're talking pin spidey on the web, make your own superhero cape and mask, a kryptonite beanbag toss, and more. it took me two weeks of planning, shopping, crafting, gluing, cutting, drawing, and multiple trips to ac moore, which we all know is my absolute favorite place to shop.

the icing on the cake? the entire family, including sister and baby, dressed up like superheroes to celebrate our boy. i will never forget the look of wonder as i emerged from my bedroom dressed in my superhero slut-gear (hey, i tried to find the most g-rated one to buy and, the fact of the matter is, superhero ladies just don't wear much clothing.) my son and daughter started gleefully jumping up and down and yelling, "mama's supergirl! mama's supergirl!"

awesome.

pretty soon, i was starting to feel pretty...super. i don't know if it was the stretch in the velvet top, the shine off the red and gold boots, or the sparkle off my little red skirt. whatever it was, i was feeling it. i pranced around, shaking what little momma gave me and working the pin the spidey on the web station like nobody's business.

i know my kid and all his friends had a blast at his party, but here's the dirty little secret i'll only tell you...i loved every second of it too. no bullshit, no sarcasm, no frontin' like i'm all that. i simply had a blast.

and, that's what it's all about isn't it, ladies and gents? it is so easily forgotten when you're in the business of molding, shaping, directing and disciplining young people (while getting little to no sleep) that this shit is fun.

like balls-to-the-wall fun.

happy birthday my jack. you are a one-of-a-kind, light-up-the-room, sweet, huggable, loving kid. and i had so much fun at your party. love, mama.