some of the best memories of my high school years are the numerous slumber parties at my [parents'] house. they weren't held at my house because i was enormously popular or the most liked. no, slumber parties were one of those rare occasions where the oddities in and of my life actually worked in my favor. well... that and my parents may have very well been the only ones who would agree to tolerate a sleepless night with a house over run with eight to ten screaming teenage girls.
then i do something that doesn't come naturally for me. i try to see things from her perspective. well, not really. but i do try to see a futuristic similar scenario. one can only hope [and pray] that chloe's transition into adulthood is the antithesis of my own. so, as i'm driving, i silently imagine myself - thirty years from now. chloe's in her early thirties, a mommy herself . i'm [gasp-62] but, i'm living it up and traveling the world, basking in the comfort of knowing my children are fully grown. i've just returned from one of my fabulous trips when chloe comes to visit - kids in tow - and asks me if she and her friends can have a slumber party at my house.
um, yea. so then, i decide not to say anything else about it.
saturday afternoon, she came by my house and out of the blue asked, "now when is homecoming?". i could tell she'd mulled it over and was now entertained (if not excited) about the idea. "end of october", i said. "well," she said wryly, "i might change my mind before then."
"good thing, mama, cause i've already invited all the girls!!"