Apparently age four is when the birthday parties start. Little Boy isn’t four yet, but his preschool classmates are starting to hit that milestone. In the past few months, we’ve received seven party invitations, including two on the same weekend. (Two in one weekend was too much for me; we attended one and politely declined the other.) The parties we’ve attended so far follow the same basic pattern: an hour or two of play in a kid-friendly space, then pizza, then cake.
There’s a lot of good about these parties. Little Boy loves them. He loves seeing his friends; he loves getting to run and jump and climb in new spaces with new, exciting equipment; he loves eating pizza and cake. He has so much fun. Meanwhile, I’ve had the chance to connect with some of the other preschool parents. It’s nice.
Sometimes, though, I feel like I’m on the edge of a slightly foreign subculture. The other parents chat about their kids’ gymnastics lessons and other organized activities. They compare notes on kindergartens—charter, private, Montessori. (When did “not public” became the default choice for school?) They drink LaCroix. It all seems just a tad more aspirational, just a tiny bit up the social ladder.
I don’t know what we’re going to do for Little Boy’s birthday. I can’t see us spending several hundred dollars on a party space (not counting food and favors), and our house won’t hold a whole class of preschoolers. We might be able to make something work in the local park, but weather makes that unlikely. Most likely we’ll have to do something like we did for his third birthday, a low-key gathering with just a couple of kids. Another in a long line of should I be doing more for this? decisions as a parent.
Anyone else in the “so many birthday parties” phase?