A Sleepover

How do you know when your kiddos are no more babies? When their friends start coming over for ” sleepovers”. Ano, my eight year old elder daughter has a friend- Mehak, living at the end of our road. Her house is just a stone’s throw away. Both of them attend the same school, are classmates in the same section and learn tennis from the same coach in the evenings. Her parents are friends of ours. We keep meeting on and off.

So, Ano came home from school a few days back and announced that Mehak would be coming for a sleepover in the evening.

Me- She will come for a night stay, u mean?
Ano- No mumma, it’s a ” sleepover” !

Her mom called up later and told me that they would be attending an official party where kids would not be allowed. They would only be taking along Noor, Mehak’s younger sister who is two and a half years old. When Mehak came in the evening, my kiddos were literally bursting with excitement. One hour was spent in the play room. Time for dinner, served them paneer sabzi with “red” poories ( made with beetroot). They loved, loved and loved the poories. And then came the icing on the fun evening’s cake- The Dance! Both danced for an hour to the song ” Chaudhary” , learnt at school. My younger daughter, toodles also joined them and ohhhh! I can’t explain how mushy mushy I went. Sang along ,clapped and had a super time with the kiddos.

The sleepover eventually didn’t happen as Mehak’s parents came back earlier than expected and came to fetch her back home. A big disappointment for the girls. But all in all, a great evening for the children.

How infectious it is- children’s sense of joy and their capacity for fun. let me close with a picture of the adored ” red” poori.

 

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© Dec 2015 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

 

 

 

 

Author: Sapna Dhyani

I am Sapna Dhyani. I write about everything that crosses my mind. I write about life as I see it and like to infuse humour into my blogs. I belong to Dehradun but now live in a new city after every two years, being an army wife. This uprooting of base every couple of years, setting up a new home in a new place, meeting new people and forging new friendships, exploring new cities; all this ensures that I go through and am blessed with a myriad of experiences.

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