The 80s party

Our school parent community is a close one. That's one of the things I like about our school. Every year each class organizes a Parents night out party. Yesterday was the 2nd grade. It was an 80s costume party.


There were big belts, big earrings, leggings, leg warmers, bows and scrunchies. 2 Madonnas. One Andre Agassi. And of course us, 2 silly hippies who wondered in from the wrong decade. But that's not what threw me back to the 80s.

Here they were - people in their 30s and 40s, some of them had 3 kids already - when the light went down and 80s music came on, in their costumes they looked like teenagers. They were drinking, dancing, and making out like teenagers that they were in the 80s.


Here I was, thinking back to my teenage self and the parties that my classmates had. This party was exactly like that, only better, because I didn't have to worry if the guys would ask me to dance. I can dance with a guy any time I want to now - he is called my husband. No talk about kids, no vacation planning, no worries - only the music, dancing and fun. I wished our kids could see their parents now - what would they think of us? Are we the coolest parents in the world?

I think a lot about my age. 40 scares me like a big hairy monster. But yesterday I realized that it shouldn't. Age is nothing but a number. When the lights are down, you can still act like a teenager. And when the lights are on, you sometimes can too (did I mention that my nails are painted blue?) You can still have fun. It's the attitude.


Thank you Yasmin and Oren for graciously hosting the party, yet again. Thank you to all the parents who organized it. And thank you to all who came, played along, and reminded me that age is nothing but a number.