Well, here we are! It’s Monday morning and I survived yet another Mother’s Day without my kids and without my mom. If I were being honest with you, I would tell you that I had a pretty good day. But I don’t want to be honest about it, because being honest would make me sound like a bad mom, yet again.You see, I actually enjoyed the first part of my day without my kids and in the company of other kids.
Shhhh….don’t tell my kids that I spent the day with ten 8 year old little girls, a couple of 12 year olds and my dear friend Jane.
And it was great!
But most importantly, many lessons were learned about the differences between girl and boy birthday parties…here are a few.
Girl birthday parties consist of quiet, the occasional giggle and please and thank yous, whereas boy birthday parties consist of running, yelling, and lots of sweat.
Girl birthday parties consist of manners, sweetness, and sharing, whereas boy birthday parties consist of running, yelling and lots of sweat.
Girl birthday parties consist of order, pleasentries, and excitement, whereas boy birthday parties consist of running, yelling and lots of sweat.
Girl birthday parties consist of fruit, milk and cupcakes, whereas boy birthday parties consist of running, yelling and lots of sweat.
Girl birthday parties consist of sugar and spice and everything nice, whereas boy birthday parties consist of running, yelling and lots of sweat.
And last but not least, girl birthday parties consist of pony tails, pretty dresses, and cute tights, whereas boy birthday parties consist of crazy hair, mismatched clothes, dirt, and, oh yeah, running, yelling and lots of sweat.
Unlike moms of girls, I am used to the crazy hair, mismatched clothes, dirt, yelling, running and sweat. So you can imagine my intimidation when trying to buy the perfect gift for one of the sweetest little girls I know. I stressed out about it while I was at the store, while driving to the party, and even during cake and ice cream. I was nervous when it came time for gifts. I just didn’t want to feel like the crazy lady that doesn’t have any clue what to buy little girls, even though I once was a little girl
So you can imagine my relief when the birthday girl’s eyes lit up when she opened my gift. But nothing beats the reaction of another little girl in the room when she said, “wow, you are definitely invited to my birthday party!”
And because this blog is all about me, the first thing that came to my mind after it was all over is…
“Finally! I’m a cool girl again!”
And it only took an 8 year old birthday party for me to fit back into the clique that I always wanted to be in growing up.
Pathetic, right?
Pathetic or not, I don’t care…I’m takin what I can get!
Wow, I'd love to have seen this party in person. My sister has two girls, so I've been to LOTS of 'girl parties' and NONE of them were like you described. It was all yelling, screaming, squealing, running, just general chaos! One the other hand, my son's parties were never like that. Maybe that's partially because I usually had his parties at an outside place (ex. bowling alley) so there wasn't much running around to be done. I would do 100 of his birthday parties over just 1 of the girls' parties.
ReplyDeleteAll that being said, I'm glad you were able to enjoy yourself, and reclaim your cool!!
I know exactly how you feel. I always am a wee bit too pleased when a little kid thinks I am cool and awesome. I know. I should be better than to worry what the 8 and 12 yr old think. But sometimes, at least internally, I am not. :)
ReplyDeleteYou go girl!!
ReplyDeleteI, too, only know of boy parties... I'm hoping this will change when my niece get bigger and I can share in her 'girl' parties.