I love my eldest daughter. What I really love about her…is that she is a good friend.
Everyone wants to be Eloise’s friend. Even her sisters want to be her friend.
The girls walked into the party gushing about being so happy to be at Eloise’s house. At Eloise’s party.
Parents dropping off and picking up their girls gushed about how sweet Eloise is and that Eloise’s house parties are legendary and they are so glad that Eloise is friends with their daughters because Eloise is just so.nice. Eloise is inclusive. Eloise would never be mean.
It’s true. And here now I’m gushing more because my post last week just could not cover it all.
Eloise even apologized to me at her own party for a few of her friends…because Eloise is quiet, as are all my girls, and we have a very strangely quiet house. We are all quiet. I cannot explain this.
But I understand that most people are not quiet and Eloise knows me and how I go crazy with noise and said to me during the party “I know some of my louder friends kind of drive you crazy and I see you get your crazy face on because of the loud but I need you to know that even though they are loud, I still love them and they are my friends and I can accept the loud because I like them…so I’m sorry they are loud but stop the crazy face just for my party.”
So I accepted the loud and turned off my crazy. For Eloise. And realized I could use her help making friends of my own as I kind of figured out why I don’t have any school mom friends when some started calling to RSVP for the party.
Potential mom friend(PMF) “Hi this is Mary’s mom and she would love to attend Eloise’s party. Thank you for inviting her”
Oh we are so glad she’s coming. I promise she will be safe here and we won’t break-out the wine until the kids leave.
PMF “Oh okay, well what will you be doing at the party?’
A little pizza and ice cream eating. Knitting. Face paint. Body glitter. A movie. The normal stuff.
PMF “A movie – what movie will you show?”
I don’t know yet – we are debating between Judy Moody, Elf and Debbie Does Dallas.
PMF “Well do you want me to pack snow gear in case they decide to play outside?
That’s a great idea as I may totally just throw everyone in a snowbank if I get sick of them.
PMF “Well, okay .Um. I’m wondering if maybe you need another parent there to help you on Saturday?”
Oh my word no, I can totally handle 12 girls or I can just lock a few in the closet if it gets to be too much.
PMF “This is Eloise’s mom I’m speaking with, yes?”
Oh yes – we are nothing alike.
I seriously cannot figure out why no one wants to be my friend?