So I saw a couple conversations on Facebook talking about how “ridiculous” big parties for kids are, and how it’s such a waste.
On one hand, I can see that. My kids will never have thousand dollar parties, that really is a waste to me. And sure, they’re not going to remember the first few birthday parties they have, which are often the biggest ones thrown.
Several people commented about Jax’s party that I went “all out”.
You know what? Yeah, I did. I worked my butt off. Did I spend a ton of money? Nope. I made most of the stuff there myself or my dad brought it from his last trip.
I know much of it is that I am so hung up on making sure that every single birthday he has is better than his actual birth day (when really, barring some kind of traumatic injury or illness, it automatically would be), that I will strive to make every single February 8th an awesome one for Jax, as long as he’s under my roof. And hey, maybe even when he’s not anymore.
I do love me some party planning, and even though it takes some work, I am fairly positive Jory’s party will be “all out” as well. Because August 7th was the most healing day of my life thus far and brought me a beautiful, perfect, healthy baby girl. And that? Deserves a celebration.
I can remember all of my birthday parties growing up (well except like the first 2, but there are pictures). They were all “themed” with decorations and special touches and a fun cake and friends. I felt so special, and looking back I’m thankful that my mom put forth that effort, even though I may not have recognized her efforts at the time.
What’s wrong with a small party or gathering of friends and/or family? NOTHING! If that’s your cup o’ tea and what works best for your family, fantastic. I just don’t understand the bashing people who choose to celebrate differently than you do.
Anyway, I don’t know why I feel the need to justify the celebrations I have had for my kids’ birthdays, but I do.