Oh, what a night! Last year around this time, I was dressing up as Princess Leia to attend the Mother-Son Star Wars Night, which was quite an elaborate production put on by the PTO (Parent-Teacher Organization) for Elementary School moms and their sons. A few of our moms on island have quite a talent for coming up with and executing event ideas, and the Star Wars night was complete with a light saber jousting area, Space Bar with special drinks, and other theme related activities to keep the boys and their moms busy. Tonight, the theme was a Mother-Son Glow Stick Dance. As we entered the black lit multi-purpose room of the high school, an archway of white balloons greeted us along with a huge black and white butcher paper wall sign welcoming us to the dance. I had a brief flashback at this moment of attending my own high school dances. Next, the boys and moms were decorated with glow sticks up and down their arms and legs and around their necks. Several of the boys looked like glow stick skeletons when they were finished. We were instructed to wear all black, and then some high school volunteers taped long glow sticks up and down the boys’ arms and legs to make them glow!
The Space Bar was set up again this year offering snow cones, coke floats, Shirley Temples, and more fun drinks for the guests, and after a light dinner of pupu’s and desserts provided by all the moms attending, it was time to dance! From YMCA and the Macarena to the crowd’s hip-hop favorites, even the shier boys like my oldest finally got into the groove. My two favorite parts of the event were dancing around the talented young hip-hoppers as they showed off their moves in the center of the dance floor and dancing with my oldest son, hands on each other’s shoulders, with a glow stick ring hooked around us as we chatted and attempted to “hold the love in” during the last two songs of the night. (“Holding the love in” is a bit of an inside joke as my youngest often comes between my boyfriend and me when we are walking together somewhere and holding hands and tells us he is going to “break the love” as he tries to unhook our fingers so he can hold our hands and walk between us instead.) Oh, what a night! I can’t wait to see what the lovely ladies of the PTO come up with for next year!
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