(Lego cake made by my main squeeze)Over the weekend we celebrated my sweet boy's 8th birthday. Since he's my baby, I'm a wee bit more
We have a rule in our house about sleepovers. It's really to protect our kiddos. The rule is that you have to be eight to have or go to a sleepover with someone other than family. We feel like that is an age that our kids are old enough to tell us if something is going on that probably shouldn't be. It adds to the excitement of turning eight, too.
So that's what he wanted to have: a sleepover... with a Lego cake, NC State University napkins, Starwars candy, and a treasure hunt kind of party. That's a boy for
you! Doesn't he know his momma thrives on a good theme?!
With two older sisters in the house, we've had eons of sleepovers. I'm here to let you in on a little secret. Boy sleepovers are much more active than girl sleepovers. Not as much giggling and chit chat, but lots of guffaws, physical
In the quiet moments of my shower that day I had a little cry. As my kids are getting older I am overwhelmed by how fast life is moving. They are growing up way too quickly for my preference. I might have begged and pleaded that he turn the clock back to 6 instead of moving forward to 8. Yes, each age and stage is packed with goodness and fun, but sometimes it hurts a little to let go. As I stood in the quiet, I could hardly believe that I have had the privilege to enjoy his gift of life for 8 years. It's such an overwhelming task, this mothering. A task so full of joy and pain, love and work wrapped up into a precious package.
As for the number 8, I'm ready to embrace it. Right after I dry my eyes.