Kids’ parties are a big deal, but is it ever okay to suggest this to give them the bash of their dreams?
My eldest son is turning 10 and I’m equal parts shocked that I’ve been a mum for a decade already and so so proud of the amazing little boy he has become. I want to throw him a birthday party that is special. He and I sit down to plan the details.
He wants a party at home, he wants all his friends there, he wants all the food to be egg and nut free. He has food allergies and normally we just let him know what he can eat but this time, he wants to be able to eat everything.
My son can’t decide if he wants a magician or a scientist as the party host so spends some days mulling it over. Eventually he decides on a scientist because he hears that at one party, they taught the guests to make slime. Sold.
It's the Tuesday before our Saturday afternoon party and Ben and I are on the phone discussing details. So far we've only talked about what kind of experiments he's likely to do. Soon, we turn to the nitty gritty.
He writes down my name, address...and then he falls silent.
"Um, I'm in Melbourne. I had no idea you were in Sydney. I'm so sorry. I don't do Sydney parties."
I hang up numbly. Could it be possible that my precious little man's 10th birthday party turns into an absolute disaster? No way, no how.