As I type, my kitchen is filled with six little girls between the ages of nine and eleven. Our daughter's slumber party to celebrate her 11th birthday brought on giggles galore. Both grandmas came over to assist in the festivities. How blessed am I?
I prayed the Central Florida afternoon rain shower away in time for them to swim (praise Jesus!), and then carefully planned a screening of the latest kid movie (ate up 2 hours) complete with unlimited popcorn (the healthy kind so they were begging for salt and butter...not), and then an extremely loud game of Apples to Apples. During this sequence of events, my mother-in-love retrieved her sewing box, to set up a stuffed animal hospital, repairing a very sad, beloved horse. Pure sweetness.
After the game got called because it was impossible to hear the judge over the chitter chatter, I declared it was time to set up camp in the living room. The coffee table was evicted, the stuffed animals woke up, and the sleeping bags got rolled out. You understand when I declare an 11:00 bedtime for a gaggle of tween-age girls, I am fully aware that is not happening. However, alarm was on (preventing escape), television was off, and girls were warned that all would be well if the Mommy and Daddy in charge were allowed to sleep. We slept, and so did they (I think). When I woke up, six little heads were sitting in the living room mesmerized by the Disney Channel. Time for coffee first (Happy Mommy, Happy Moments...) and then cupcakes. Cupcakes for breakfast? Of course. I got out the icing, sprinkles, plates and while the cupcakes were baking the girls made their own designs on the paper plates. How fun and creative...and messy! Cupcakes finished baking and the decorating contest was on....the grand finale was the birthday girl getting smashed in the face with her cupcake. The noise level is growing as I type (the sugar rush is kicking in and the restlessness is growing), but that is ok because pick up time is 10 a.m. So, yes, there was screaming...there is still screaming...but the kind that comes with being a delightful, fun loving, spontaneous little girl. There are some lessons I can learn here.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.