We had been saying we were going to go home for over an hour. Of course, something would happen to prolong the stay.
A great song.
It kept getting put off, ’til finally, there was no more avoiding it.
“Baby girl, we’re going home.”
“No!” was her definitive reply, time and time again. First she cuddled up under a throw on the couch, watching TV. Then she asked for cake. Then she ran outside and into the makeshift dancefloor, to rip out some moves on what was the night of my cousin’s birthday get-together. A small gathering, but full of big vibes, nonetheless.
We knew we had to bite the bullet. We had to go home, and the longer we left it, the harder it would become to get her to comply.
Hubbie headed out into the yard amongst the throng of people, and grabbed a hold of baby girl, holding her high above his shoulders.
“Bye!” I prompted. “Say bye baby girl!”
And just like that, all the hands at the party flew up in the air waving to her, a chorus of byes echoing out, amidst the laughter and music of the party, and baby girl happily laughed and waved back. She could have been carried by the sea of hands back into the house, rather than up on Daddy’s arms, it was that scenic.
It was the only way for an attention-seeker such as herself to leave the party -with ALL eyes on her. However, because she was the only one of her generation there tonight, it really was all about her.
And I realised, that with my amazing and loving circle of extended family, they ALWAYS do so much to make baby girl happy, and make it about her. Their own kids are older now, but they treat baby girl with the love and light and fun that they did with their own.
They treat her like a rock star, not just when it comes to goodbyes, but ALL the time.
And that’s pretty spesh. That’s pretty awesome for our party girl 🙂