I won't complain. I could have chosen an easier route. But, chaos or not, I am a big fan of at-home parties. I love making memories in a place they can refer back to over and over--those types of touchstones were the reason I wanted to find a home we could grow with for decades to come. I hope 20 years from now we can look at a corner of the yard and say, "Do you remember when we hung the pinata from that tree at your 6th birthday party?" I guess I am just sappy that way!
K will have an art themed party in our front yard tomorrow morning. We have several crafts we will be making--and I am doing my best to check my insecurity about being non-crafty at the door so I can enjoy celebrating with my girl. I can't wait to see her smile. She loves art projects!
If I can just remember which type of paint (fabric, puffy, acrylic, etc...) goes with which project (pillow cases, aprons, tote bags, canvas squares) we should be just fine.
We will have a one hour break (that's right, one hour) before switching to a Mario themed backyard party. This admittedly non-crafty Mama has been working all week on drawing King Boo for a bean bag toss, making a power up panel memory game and organizing a gigantic coin battle complete with villains and ice/fire themed dodge ball.
My boys are going to go bonkers.
I read articles sometimes about over-the-top parenting that reference birthday parties specifically. I have been thinking about that tonight. What is my motivation, really?
It is certainly not to impress anyone. Honestly, I looked at a few crafty/party websites this week (this one is incredible) and found myself feeling painfully inadequate and intimidated.
So what is it then? I confess that I am partially motivated by a degree of guilt. My children have to share their special day--so I want to make it special enough that even shared it will be still amazing.
It is also motivated by my own enjoyment. I love being able to give them this special memory. They only get to have a 6th birthday once.
The bottom line, however, is that I cannot wait to see their faces. This is just one of those Mom things that I 'get' to do for them. Is it necessary? No. Does it prove my love? Of course not. Am I looking forward to this 'act of service' to celebrate them? Absolutely.