Tara Lindsay is leaving her job at the end of the summer. Today she shares with us why a tablecloth brought her to tears.
It was the plastic star spangled tablecloth that did me in.
Every summer, for the past 5 summers, the tiny people and I have thrown a "Red, White, and Blue Playdate Party." It started our second summer together as a themed excuse to have lots of friends over all at the same time. I thought it would be a one off, but the children had other plans...and thus, a tradition was born. We've had plenty of other variously themed playdate parties, but one thing has been constant: Every summer, some time near the 4th of July, we host this one.
This year, there was a niggling bit of sadness tucked into a corner of my heart as we planned our party, our fifth...and final...Red, White, and Blue fiesta. As we sorted through Pinterest for the children to choose which colorfully themed snacks, games, and crafts we'd have I was awash in memories of past parties: The year the Twincesses had just learned to walk and spent most of the event fighting over a wagon (it made for adorable photos!). The year that weather sent us scurrying inside and the children all picnic'd around the area rug in the den, unfazed by the dark clouds outside. Two years ago, when I taught all three (then ages 3, 3, and 5) to recite a portion of the Declaration of Independence. Last year when, for the first time, Little Litigator took a seriously active interest in every detail of the party planning.
This year has memories just as sweet. The day was a whirlwind of preparations, people coming and going, a backyard full of nannies, moms, kids, sprinklers, water balloons, beach balls, and the noises of happy, frolicking children.
Read the rest of the story on Tara's blog: Red White and a Tiny Bit Blue
