I was “that” mom – the one who threw the overdone birthday parties for her kid. Themes, arts & crafts, fun food, take-home bags. My theory was that I would only have a short window for this kind of silliness because as soon as Child hit 11 or 12, she wouldn’t stand for it any longer. I was correct.
Fast forward all these years and I’m still having trouble letting it go. YA hits 26 tomorrow and maybe it’s the pandemic and shelter-in-place talking, but I clearly want to celebrate more than she does. After quite a bit of prompting I got her to “allow” Peanut Butter Rice Krispy Bars; I got sprinkles and a little decorating icing to pipe “Happy Birthday” on the bars once they’re done. I also told her I would order take-out – she hasn’t decided what she would like. I have a gift all wrapped up and I couldn’t help myself; I made a nice banner (photo above) to hang in the dining room archway along with two balloons (a big “2” and “6”). I’m pretty sure this is all she’ll stand for but I’m looking forward to it.
Are you trying anybody’s patience these days?