About six months before her birthday, my eldest daughter Addi started planning her party. She decided on a theme, the games we would play and the guest list.
For Addi, her birthday party was the subject of conversation at least once a day for months prior to the actual event. Except this year, we had decided not to have a party for her, actually, not for anyone in our family. It was a rest year from the world of parties because to be honest, kid’s birthday parties are hard work and I needed a break!
Addi was surprisingly okay with it *sigh of relief* and I was over the moon that for one year, I didn’t have to deal with all the drama that comes along with children’s birthday parties (well, at least the ones I had to organise). For me, these events were actually something I was starting to resent, dare I say it, starting to hate.
I think I started feeling this way because not only are kid’s parties beginning to take on a world of their own in general but also, because I was in the full grips of this ‘kid party world’. I was being totally overcome by all the ridiculous, over the top aspects that seem to be getting more and more popular. So, it is with a heavy heart that I announce that I was (selfishly) becoming the reason I started to hate kid’s parties. And this is why:
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