Not long after Gracie left for college and my grief was still quite palpable,
I happened to be playing tennis at one of my friends’ neighborhood courts, when a child’s birthday party started taking shape at the community pool next to us.
Out came the balloons, the piñata, the cake etc.. Then the squeals of tiny party-goers, as they arrived, joyfully anticipating the festivities.
So intensely focused on my tennis game (aka the tennis coma) I didn’t realize until I drove home that this birthday fete had traumatized me.
By the time I got home I had worked myself into an emotional tizzy, weeping and sniffling. My Jimmy was instantly concerned and wanted to know if something ACTUALLY bad had ACTUALLY happened- like a wrecked car or a speeding ticket….
When I told him about the party and how it made me feel (like I should still be stabbing Capri suns open with that sharp little straw or blowing up a pair of floaties) he was visibly relieved and suggested we, “go make some margaritas and sit by our pool, where there are no screaming children.
And then he actually said these words by way of comforting me, “We can talk about how life has passed us by!”
Not cheered in the least by his response, I decided to call my friend Kathleen…. We have been friends for about 11 years, so, admittedly, she didn’t know me “back in the day” when I was at the top of my game, raising and hosting lavish birthday parties for my first batch of kids.
Our friendship was fomented by the friendship of our youngest children – Which explains how she reacted when I told her how seeing this dear little party made me melancholy, longing for the days when my Tommy and her Michael were little boys….
“I don’t know about that,” she said, “The last birthday party you and I threw jointly was at my neighborhood pool and, after you plopped 10 Little Caesers pizzas down on the picnic table, you plopped yourself down, got on your cell phone and didn’t surface til the party was over!! We had kids drowning, fighting and trying to kill each other and you were pretty damn oblivious!!”
Man, harsh… So maybe I’m romanticizing it all now that its over, but there was a time when I was Queen of Children’s Birthday Parties – making the invitations by hand (store-bought? Not for my princess!) and painstakingly copying cakes I saw in magazines (inspiration before Pinterest)
So, I worked the math and realized that I’ve thrown over 100 birthday celebrations for 5 kids in 28 years.
Alas, those days are gone, and apparently have been gone for longer than I realized.
Somewhere along the way I went from “all over it” to just “over it” and never even noticed. But in my defense, kathleen had that party under control, as evidenced by the fact that not one single guest drowned, and those pizzas were so easy and affordable!!

Me and emilie celebrating her very first birthday party! You better pace yourself young mother-of-one-with-so-many-more-to-come!!
Your sure not the only one who feels the way you do. It seems like it’s easier to remember all the good times we had with our now grown up kids. What I think it seems to really boil down to for me, is that while they been growing up I been growing older! Its about my own longivity! Their not young anymore and I’m not either. It scare me just a little. But then I realize what I’ve got right here in front of me and it’s still pretty darn great! Thanks for sharing.
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You are so right as always Christi (per the “Christi principle”!!)
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Not to steal your thunder Mrs. Blanchard… but I’m 1000% (one thousand ,not a typo) positive that I was the one who picked up the pizzas, as well as plopped the pizzas down. HOWEVER, your blog is hilarious!!!
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Seriously??
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Oh Leslie! I remember those days like they were yesterday! You were and still are the “Queen of party throwing!”
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That pic is adorable. Life marches on ( ex: Zoom in on the wall phone in background). Ps…YOU Paid for the pizzas no matter who we sent to do the picking up and plopping!
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Now might be a good time to announce that I plan to take “artistic license” rights on the veracity of my stories…
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I was playing with you that day. I’m glad to see your creative outlet. The post was cute and we’ll written. 😊
BTW, even though your tennis was great, your melancholy still shown through.
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Vanessa – you’re exactly right!! That was the day. I ended up,so sad. But I was truly happy when I was with you, my friend!!
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You can throw parties for us, your big babies, anytime. The good thing about us is we can drink the margaritas with you.
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I love your parties! You are still the queen…but, next time i want to see a bear shaped cake served on (gasp!) paper plates 🙂
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