The birthday blues
By Not Another Dir... on November 11, 2010
Did anyone else catch last week’s episode of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills? If so, you saw two moms plan over-the-top birthday parties for their two toddlers. And yes, I said BOTH moms planned and held elaborate parties. I mean in comparison, one of the mother’s really went overboard (as did her plastic surgeon regarding her overly plumped lips)….and the final event didn’t even resemble a party for a toddler – more like an adult party with the child as an afterthought because let’s face it, what toddler gives a hoot about floral arrangements? Mine certainly doesn’t.
Why am I on a rant? Well I’m in the midst of planning my younger daughter’s first birthday party. And I’m wondering if I’m going a little overboard regarding her first big shindig. Don’t get me wrong, her party will be nothing as highfaluting compared to either of the two Beverly Hills ladies…not a chance.
But I have decided to host my daughter’s first birthday at a local Puppet Theater. Which is a little extreme, for a one year old, right?
I think the guilt of giving birth to her just five days before Christmas, and gifting her with let’s face it a sucky birthday date, combined with the fact that the poor child only has two friends…compared to the 15+ friends her older sister hosted at her first party has lead me to this precarious situation.
Honestly, I was going to just blow off the whole party planning and just host an intimate event with her immediate family at the house but then I whipped out the photo album highlighting my oldest daughter’s birthday and I cringed. As inconvenient as the date is, I don’t want my youngest to look back and compare her first birthday photos to her older sisters and wonder why the red carpet wasn’t rolled out for her. Even-steven, right?
So I find myself in the midst of making our holiday travel plans, I’m also trying to squeeze in her birthday party. And I feel horrible because I feel like everyone is going to forget her birthday in the midst of all the holiday jubilee. So I booked the Puppet Theater, designed her invitations, selected the party favors and am in the process of arranging refreshments and concessions. Check, check, check, on my to-do list.
And then my hubs asks, “Who’s this party for? Our daughter? She won’t even remember it.” So who am I planning this party for? After some inner reflection, I’ve realized that I’m planning this party for myself. To squelch the guilt I feel for her not so ideal birth date and to make sure that her first birthday party measures up to if not exceeds her big sister’s. So, I guess I’m kinda like those Beverly Hills moms – planning a party more for myself than my daughter. Wow, who would have thunk it? Guess the rants on me.
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