The magician at my daughter's eighth birthday party this afternoon was a star. He arrived in comfortable time, was absolutely charming, and delighted the girls with his magic tricks and good humour. He had patience to die for (that was going to be my Six but it didn't give enough information for my taste).
Many of the girls at the party were shouting out, incapable of sitting down, essentially 3D commercials for the use of Ritalin in children. The magician kept his cool, while between us we asked the girls to be a little quieter so we could hear him. He was such a sweetie, a young man in his early twenties (hmmm, you know you're old when you're referring to men in their twenties as sweeties...oh dear, pass me my walker....)
At the end of the party, one of my daughter's classmates said to me that that was the best birthday party she'd ever been to. And my own daughters said they loved the magician, with my birthday girl telling me he was just what she had wanted. Success then, despite my neurotic ramblings of yesterday! There is nothing like the feeling of knowing you gave your child(ren) just what they wanted and that they loved it. You have to wait for those moments - you have to earn them, I suppose - but it's the best feeling in the whole world.