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A First

The Diva was invited to her very first Halloween party this year. One of the little girls in her class had a party and invited the whole class over. Diva was very excited about this. Halloween is always a tricky holiday around our house. Diva does not like people dressed up in costume. They really freak her out. This includes the cow at Chik Fil A, sports mascots and the mouse at Chuck E. Cheese. Halloween is a mine field. If anyone is dressed scary and approaches Diva it's all down hill from there. When we trick or treat we avoid any house that even looks like it might be scary. The candy isn't worth it to her. That being said she was very excited about this party. I explained that people would be in costume and that there might be some scary looking decorations. She explained to me that it is just pretend and that she isn't scared anymore. Well~ la de da.
So...Mr. Mayer and I decided that since I knew the little girl and her mom I would take Diva. I was a little nervous. I wasn't sure if other parents would be staying for the party or if it was a drop off and come back for your kid later kind of party. I felt silly asking. I don't know why. I just did. All the parties Diva had been to up to this point Mr. Mayer or I one had always stayed. This time was different. 
Diva and I drive the 1.5 minutes to the party (they live really close). There were a few other parents there with their kids. Diva and I walk in. I get the lay of the land. The kids are running around and so excited. Diva is pretending to be shy. We all know she is not a shy child. The other parents start telling their kids goodbye and leaving. Eek! Here goes...
The last thing I want to do is be "that mom" that is overly embarrassing to her kids. I have some quirks. I have spent the last 10 years seeing the absolute worst in humanity. You can't leave that behind entirely. Unfortunately my kids get the brunt of it. I may be a "tad" over protective and hovering at times. I realize I can't protect them from everything, but I can try~right?
I tell Diva that I am going to go and that she needs to be on her best behavior and mind her manners. She looks at me so sweetly and says "Can I go play on the trampoline?" I didn't even get a good bye. I'm glad to know this is as traumatic for her as it is for me. I go get Mr. Mayer and I some dinner and go home. The next hour is spent cleaning and doing piddling stuff around the house. Oh! And having Mr. Mayer and Aunt Bets make fun of me for freaking out a little.
Listen~that is my baby girl and I just left her at a party by herself for the first time ever. I'm going to freak out a little. 
Finally! It's time to go get her. I get there and other parents are there getting their kids. One mom tells me how "animated" Diva is. I laugh and say "I can only imagine what she has been up to." I find Diva. She has lost her leg warmers, ears and shoes. We gather all her stuff and say our thank yous and goodbyes. The whole way home, during her shower and while brushing her teeth Diva is telling Mr. Mayer what a good time she had and all the cool stuff she did and ate at the party. Even eye ball punch. But she didn't drink the eye balls. Whew! I was worried about that. I think it's safe to say that she had a really good time. And, baby steps for me, but it's a start.
She didn't want to stand to close to the scary decorations.


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