The Party

Saturday I had the party for my children which as usual ended up not only being a party for them it was one for me and my divasisters, friends and relatives. The age range of the women was from about 35 to 76, white and varying shades of the color brown, socioeconomic levels of women, all united under one possibly two themes.  The consistent thread of love of our children and the tie that binds love of the woman we each represent to ourselves. The joy was sensed even before you came through the open door of the home. These mothers ranging in age from 35 to 76 came for the celebration of my brand-new 9-year-old daughter and my one-zit-in-puberty 12-year-old son who brought with them children ranging in an age from 8 to 16 all shades of brown, boys and girls, jumping in a jumper, shooting basketball, riding bikes and scooters, playing tag and video games and listening to the sound of Justin Timberlake and Usher exploding in base beats  throughout the home. It was wonderful, it was comforting, it was fun, it was a memory making time for not only my children also for the women that loved them. 

We told stories, we ate salads, bbq chicken, hot dogs and chips, we drank wine, water and soda, we had appetizers of basil and chives cheese spread on tomato basil crackers and we had coffee – the mainstay of any event.  Coffee keeps us up and if the vino has made us more eeeeaassy in our speech the coffee brings us down. Interesting how the same drink can affect the drinker in more than one way.

Women who came for the party stayed for THE PARTY. This is the one where all of the women sit around a table in our family we just call it the kitchen table. We sit around the table and tell stories. We share hidden secrets so openly that men have to be removed from the area. We talk about the days of old school when we weighed about 98 lbs,  had beautiful flat stomachs, tight thighs minus the cellulite, smooth skin, and the ability to out drink any man at the bar and still get up and go to work the next day. We talked about the men we loved, the men we hate, the men we love to hate and the men we wish we had. We share aha moments, triumphant moments, silly moments and moments of extreme pain. We flip back and forth between so many different extremes of emotion and as we sit, we each are able to revert back in our sense memory to the tween girls that still can be found in our minds and expressed from our vocal cords and a sense of everything is all right with the world comes alive in us and in all those who feel and hear the joy. There is nothing like a little girl who can enjoy being a little girl. There is nothing like growing into a woman who will retire at 55 and knowing that the little girl is looking out from behind the eyes of growing wisdom and enjoying being 50 and knowing that this life is a such a gift.  As my little girl looks out she knows that she is extremely blessed as she is influenced and touch by each woman present and pushed into the destiny of being a much better mother than even the tween in her coulda’ ever thought.

My children had a birthday party and I had a ball.

Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose

Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.

“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”


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