If you are ever in a rut or in need of a little pick me up, I highly suggest throwing a party for a group of preteens. That is what I did the other night. Rachel, my niece, turned 11 a few months ago and in celebration, I offered to help her throw a dinner party for a group of her friends.
Rachel and I chose the menu, picked the date, sent out invitations, went grocery shopping, and worked the kitchen together chopping and shredding and making cinnamon and lime chicken fajitas.
Ready or not, we were descended upon by two cars full of high energy girls. I left them alone to figure out the dynamics of the evening and munch on the chips and dip. It didn't take long for a conversation of favorites of form: favorite stores to shop, favorite bands, favorite games... Standing close and giggling - the evening had begun.
I happened to have Balderdash - one of the gals favorite games - and for the next two hours we all enjoyed a little competition in the art of lying.
The evening went on... dinner... stories... dessert... jump rope....
Then, they left just as quickly as they arrived. But what remained was the smile on my face. Eleven, what a great age.