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Ah, the child's birthday party: is there really any more stress-inducing event that can be planned in a child's life? I don't remember birthdays being that big of a deal when I was a kid: my mom (or my friends' moms, as applicable) would bake a cake that was ostensibly intended to look like the popular cartoon character of the day (but in reality was always unrecognizable), she'd add a tub of ice cream, paper plates and plastic utensils, and call that a "party." Entertainment was some mildly humiliating game like Musical Chairs (I never won) or Pin The Tail On The Donkey, and goody bags were comprised of a balloon and one of those little plastic puzzles where you had to slide the little numbered tiles one by one to get them in order -- remember those?
(Go easy on me. I was a kid in the days before Nintendo DS. We had little plastic toys back then. And rotary dial phones. Stop judging me.)
But nowadays?
Nowadays birthday parties are meant to be Big Fancy Affairs. There are bouncy castles! And face painting! And horsey rides, for heaven's sake! And with each birthday party I take my 5-year-old daughter to, her eyes get wider and wider with awe, as mine get wider and wider with horror. The expectations that are being set by Alex's peers are positively intimidating.
Now, I admit, I got seduced by trying to keep up with The Jones' Birthday Party. For Alex's 4th birthday, I succumbed to the peer pressure of all of her friends, and I rented a gimongous bouncy castle, thinking that This is What Was Required for Birthday Parties These Days. She had a great time, until another large kid jumped right into her, forcing her to crash down, and bite a hole in her inner cheek. It was at this point that I became anti-bouncy castle.
This year, for her 5th birthday, I started to agonize about what to do for her birthday a month before the big day. Then one day, she came to me: "Mom? Can I have my birthday party at my gymnastics class?"
Score. The gym where Alex takes gymnastics allows you to rent the space for parties for a pretty nominal fee, and the entertainment comprised a couple of coaches running the kids through some exercises. We invited about 9 kids, I bought cupcakes and some goody bags, and two hours later, it was all over. The kids were happy and fed, and Alex had a great time. And the best part? I didn't have a filthy house at the end. Bonus.
This party made me realize that really, five-year-olds don't have any idea how much things cost -- all they want is some fun. So why did I need to feel pressured into throwing a big shindig for my kid? It was then that I resolved that from now on, I was going to have only simple, inexpensive-but-fun birthday parties for Alex, rather than set the expectation that her birthday was an excuse for an over-the-top, extravagant affair.
And next year, we might even have Pin The Tail On The Donkey. But not Musical Chairs. I'm still scarred from Musical Chairs.
Karen is a writer and photographer in Houston, Texas. You can read and see more of her work at Chookoolonks.













