The Beach Parties in my area started last week. I missed it due to a music performance for my #4 Son. This week one of the most popular bands in the area will be playing. Regardless of who is playing, it is going to be a blast.
My friend is in town, but had to cancel due to a work dinner. No worries! I figured I would just take my four Boys with me and let loose, have some fun. No phones, just music, the sand on our feet and dance like no one is watching. Wishful thinking.
I mentioned it to each one of my Boys, individually, as they came home from school. “Mom, it’s just not my thing.” “I don’t want to go.” A nice roll of the eyes, purse of the mouth and no response at all. “Mom, I like to do other things with you like road trips, or go out to breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. Those are good things right?” “Do I have to?”
Actually, it all makes me kind of sad. As I told my oldest, “One day when your 40, you will have wished you went with me that one time to the Beach Party and made memories with your Mother.” I wasn’t trying to give guilt, just trying to let him know that life goes by quickly and sometimes it’s fun to do things for others, even though “it’s not your thing”.
I will get ready to go to the Beach Party, ask one more time, but I am not going to pressure anyone to spend time with me. Hopefully, by that time I will be over my hurt feelings and I will just go and have a good time. By myself.
Thank goodness I don’t mind being alone. :)