It’s not that we shun all festive occasions. We splurge on Halloween costumes (I’ve learned the hard way that making outfits for three kids can be just as pricey). Our home is adorned with seasonal window decorations, straw figures to greet the mailman, and a charming wooden reindeer draped in twinkling lights. We have a collection of Disney princess pajamas and have even ventured into the world of American Girl dolls and matching outfits. However, I just can’t wrap my head around the idea of throwing a party for the whole class at a chaotic venue that serves mediocre pizza. While I stand by my feelings unapologetically, I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.
I want my kids to know throughout their lives that I was never more joyful than on the days they were born. But the thought of a party filled with classmates my kids don’t particularly care for, at a place I can’t control, with teenagers leading the “Happy Birthday” song—none of this seems like a genuine celebration. We often end up with a pile of gifts that make little sense, because, inevitably, a frazzled parent in a toy store, late for an event, asks their child, “What does she like?” The child shrugs, and they settle on a $46 toy or a $7 My Little Pony that ends up being one of three identical gifts on the table, leaving everyone feeling a bit embarrassed.
Once, I took my youngest to a birthday bash at a Zumba studio. My partner and I had essentially negotiated who would attend and what favors would be given to the one who went. I was utterly taken aback when the host mom greeted us, welcomed my daughter, and then said to me, “We’ll be done in 90 minutes. Go, enjoy some time for yourself.”
“Huh?” I actually exclaimed. Then I regained my composure. “Wait, you want me to leave? You don’t want me to stick around?” I asked, bewildered.
“Are you joking? If I could leave and have 90 minutes to do whatever I wanted, I’d be out the door in a flash. Parties are exhausting, but the kids will dance their hearts out, have a little cake, and then nap for you! Enjoy! Thanks for coming,” she said with a genuine, radiant smile.
Stepping out into the sunshine, I felt light as a feather, practically greeting the birds as I strolled through the neighborhood in sheer delight.
I wish it didn’t feel so unconventional to avoid extravagant celebrations. My girls will always have their special days, but I refuse to raise them to expect grand displays of affection to feel loved. When it comes down to it, kids don’t need the streamers, elaborate themes, or huge guest lists. They just want to run around, feel cherished, and blow out candles. I’m the same; I don’t need a lavish spa day, just a moment to take a leisurely walk.
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In summary, while I truly cherish my children and their birthdays, I find that the traditional party scene isn’t for us. Instead, I want to foster an environment where they feel loved in simple, meaningful ways, devoid of the pressure to throw extravagant celebrations.
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