It all started innocently enough, on the first Last Day of School, back when the Young Man was in First Grade. I met the school bus on that day, with a grocery store cake decorated like a big sun, and sno-cones. I had a table and beach umbrella set up in the front yard, the sno-cone machine plugged in and a variety of syrup flavors ready - let the summer celebrating begin! The neighbor kids joined in and the Moms all eased into the summer, sitting in lawn chairs, watching the kids play and chatting away the afternoon.
Over the years, the snacks have varied, but we always have sno-cones. I don't know what it is about shaving ice that appeals to the kids, but they love making their sno-cones and choosing the syrup.
The Moms have sno-cones now, too. The frozen cosmopolitan or strawberry margarita kind. And cheese and crackers, bruschetta, and fresh fruit. Laughter. A mellow shifting of gears. One Mom very wisely prepared her dinner BEFORE the party this year, so she would not need to be "challenged" at the end of the afternoon.
This year it was not the kids asking about the sno-cone party, but the neighbor Moms. They grab me a good three to four weeks ahead of that last day of school to tell me how much they are looking forward to the Sno-cone party and the drinks on my porch and I am still gonna do it, right?
I imagine us, years from now, empty nesters, meeting on that last day of school for our sno-cone party. At least, I hope so.
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