Today marks a momentous event. It’s the day my daughter was born, ten years ago. Needless to say I am still having difficulty with the fact that she is 10 now. I realized how much I am having difficulty when she came downstairs Saturday morning before her party with eye shadow and eyeliner on. AT TEN YEARS OLD. Of course she knows she is not allowed out with make up but that doesn’t stop her from applying shiny layers of garish pink to her lips every night and carefully patting it off on little scraps of paper which she leaves thoughtfully all over her dresser.
Although today is the actual BIG day, and I should probably stock up on hair dye since I’ll be needing that in the next year or nine of tween and teen drama, we did have a small party for her on Saturday. Having a summer birthday has always been a bit difficult since many of her friends are on vacations or at grandparent’s houses. Fortunately three of her good friends and a younger sibling (who happens to be a playmate of my youngest) were able to come for a little party. Since we are all still obsessed with Harry Potter, she wanted another Harry Potter party.
Last year, I was up most of the night before preparing. I had made signs, bought candy and made chocolate frogs, prepared a sorting hat and game, and even had a little Knockturn Alley with a plastic eyeball and skull candle. It was a fantastic party with wandmaking and lots of butterbeer (cream soda).
This year I didn’t have the energy and because my daughter was turning 10, I told her she could do most of the prep work. The party was a smaller one, with a lot less decorating but the energy level was about the same. That’s always a good sign. Unfortunately it rained almost the whole day. Fortunately it stopped a few hours before the end so we all were able to take her aunt’s suggestion of using the pool. What a wonderful suggestion that was! I don’t think my ears could take the noise much longer. In spite of the rain and strange-looking ‘Hogwarts castle’ cake , The girls had a great time and I overheard my daughter telling her dad it was an “Awesome Party”.
The next day we spent recovering at my parents house and celebrating my mother’s birthday (which is also today). I barely moved from the couch and dozed off several times. I wondered briefly, if my own mother had felt this way on my tenth birthday. But then I must have fallen back into a doze.
I think back to when I was ten years old, and it really doesn’t feel that long ago. But I guess it really was. My daughter is becoming such a young lady now. She is her own funny, intelligent and talented person. It’s a scary ride. I’m not sure that I like it going this fast, but I don’t think I can slow it down. I only hope that the next ten years don’t go as fast, but I rather think they will.