The older you get, the few(er) slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them? ~ Drew Barrymore
My oldest daughter is a tween. Most of the time we enjoy this. She is at a delightful point in her life when she is really beginning to become her own person. We enjoy her personality, her spunk, her initiative. We love seeing her embrace life, learning, and friendships. She is such a wonderful young lady (at least, most of the time!) We have watched her go through many “rites of passage” as she has matured….. and now, this weekend, we embark on a first with her – the first slumber party – at – our – home.
Yes, we have finally succumbed to the years of requests – we have been beaten and broken down – we gave in – we said “yes”. As I sit and write there is a group of girls on our living room floor, watching television when they should probably be contemplating sleep…. which brings me to an important point/ question.
Why on earth are slumber parties called “slumber parties”??? Shouldn’t they be called “awake parties”??? It would seem that this would be a far more accurate descriptor of what occurs during the party. The girls stay awake all night talking, giggling, and often making the poor parental figures miserable. (I am hoping my ear plugs work tonight.)
As much as I hate to miss my sleep, I certainly see the value of these nights of friendship and fun. I remember many years with lots of slumber parties, they were such a part of my own growing up experience – how can I deny this to my girls? I am guessing my daughter may be grumpy in the morning, but those grumps will also come with memories of giggling with her best friends all night.
I am not going to force them to sleep – staying up is part of the fun….. before I went to bed I gave them a speech…. “I get grumpy if I do not sleep. I want to sleep. If you stay quiet enough that I cannot hear you and I can sleep then I do not care if you stay up until 4:00 a.m. In fact, I do not care if you stay up all night. If you wake me up, then I become really grumpy and I will make you go to sleep immediately.” So far so good, but the night is young!
Today, 110 days ’til 40, I remember slumber parties with fondness and I hope my girls create similar memories for themselves.