Yes, there was one more teen party last night. Yes, I heard it. No, I wasn’t annoyed; I managed to sleep five hours anyway, and that’s good enough for the day’s mission: cake.
I’ve been under the weather for a number of days, and I had plans to meet a friend for coffee last week. It turns out she wasn’t feeling well either, but we threw caution to the wind and got together all the same.
While catching up, she reminded me that her daughter leaves for college this week. As is our tradition – that calls for food!
So tonight, there is a small gathering, and teens who have been friends since birth – her daughter and my sons – will party one more time, as yet another flies the nest.
Fried chicken and cake
My friend is an exceptional cook. And I mean exceptional. On the menu tonight – one of the kids’ favorites – her southern fried chicken. As for my contribution – my go-to goodie, cake.
It won’t be fancy (that’s the way we like it), but it should be delicious. Her chicken, my cake, and watching the kids gobble every bit they can. My morning was spent fussing over which ingredients I had in the pantry, and a choice between chocolate cake or spice cake. And by the way – the not-so-secret secret to a great chocolate cake? Coffee – and strong. The not-so-secret secret to a great spice cake? Orange juice.
Why am I rambling about cake? Oh, you know it isn’t really about that. It’s about traditions, and sharing, and the one friend who stuck around in my life, despite a very disruptive decade.
It’s about kids growing up, and parents getting misty, as we watch while best friends – our kids – do what they’ve always done together – laugh, tease, play, fight, eat, and laugh some more.
Letting them fly
I’m scattered today. My mind is elsewhere. On my 18-year old who will leave soon, heading back to college. On my 17-year old and these next crucial months as a senior in high school. On this wonderful girl I’ve loved all her life. On feeling my age, because I do, and celebrating the youth and optimism of kids about to take their turn. Letting them fly – because it’s time.