My god-daughter's 8th birthday party is this weekend. Seeing as how I have been dubbed by my friends as the "cake whisperer", I get to be in charge of all my friends kids birthday cakes. She's having a hippie birthday party. Tye dye, flowers, bright colors & all that jazz. Here's what I'm making this go around:
I love (other people's) kids. They make my heart happy. But, I do have to admit that being around them is like experiencing the best form of birth control. My closest friends have kids ranging from 1 year to 8 years and since I am around them all so much, I get the full spectrum of child behaviors thrown my way. I realize that while I love those kids so very, very much, motherhood is not for me, right now at least.
At Emma's party this weekend, there will be 15+ kids of various age ranges at a rollerskating rink, no less. Any mama that can handle that without losing it a little bit is a superwoman in my book. I'm completely fine with being the "Auntie" for now.