I hardly saw my son during whole party. He was hanging out with boys, and 'too cool' to sit with his mom and little sister. But it didn't bother me in least - I enjoyed two hours of watching both my children have an amazingly good time!

The DJ had flashing lights, loud speakers, and most popular dancing and party music. My daughter put on her usual "shy act" for first fifteen minutes or so, until one of her favorite songs came on. It took about two seconds for her to start strutting her stuff on dance floor with girls from my son's class. There were other children her age there, but they weren't very interested in dancing. My daughter shows a true love for music and rhythm, and once she got herself moving, she was a natural!

With her hands on her hips and full of self-confidence, she announced to her dad on a Saturday afternoon that she was ready for him to remove her training wheels. I knew this was coming, because her and I had previously discussed it. But it still came as a shock when she actually said it.

When it comes to my kids getting hurt, I am stereotypical worried parent. When my husband proceeded to completely remove training wheels, I panicked! I suggested just raising them a little bit, a mere "baby step". He had nerve to remind me that she was no longer a baby, something that I choose to ignore whenever possible, which can be difficult to do while encouraging her to grow and learn and experience new things.

I was outnumbered, and training wheels were completely removed. I secured elbow and knee pads, re-adjusted her helmet to ensure proper fitting, and she ran over to her "big girl" bike. I was tempted to close my eyes or run inside, but I couldn't bear to miss a moment that was so exciting for her.