Sleepovers

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The secret of happiness is the determination to be happy always,
rather than wait for outer circumstances to make one happy. 
~ J. Donald Walters

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Madison had a sleepover this weekend.  I knew about the sleepover a week ago but didn't tell her right away because I knew we'd be counting down the days until she could go.  She was so excited that she put her backpack on and waited at the door for them to arrive to pick her up.  That was anticipation at its best! 

It was her first sleepover at someone's house.  I'm not worried a bit as her friend, Samantha, has slept over at our house.  They met in daycare and have been great friends ever since, even though they don't go to the same school.  What should be a memorable parent moment; a milestone in my daughter's life, I find myself thinking about what this will be like when she is a teenager.  Let's just say those thoughts are scary. 

My mind drifted into thoughts of how I would have to know where she is at, who she is with and a cell phone is definitely in her future.  Would she meet boys in secret locations and we'd never know?  Would she be sneaky about her whereabouts?  Would boys be coming to the house?  How would Aaron react to this?  Oh my gosh, I'd be the mom texting all the time wondering if she is having a good time and if she is being responsible.  I literally saw her in her teens, rolling her eyes at my message, telling her friends that it's just her mom, muttering under her breath, "She worries." 

I thought about sleepless nights and staying up waiting for her to get home.  Aaron would be snoring beside me in bed while I stared at the ceiling, about 10 seconds from a meltdown because she is late.  How did my parents do this?  There weren't cell phones then!  I couldn't stop the thoughts that flooded my mind in a few, brief seconds. 

Later that night, I shared my thoughts with Aaron, asking if he was ready for this to happen.  Telling him about how she would have to have a cell phone and wondering if she would break rules and on and on and on. 

He startled me back into reality with this subtle reminder, "Amy, she's only 7!" 

 Yet, I found myself wanting to respond back with "So?"

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