Birthday Party Madness
The only time left was a week night at 7 pm.
Fortunately, at some point, I realized the birthday party pressure was just nuts.
I stopped fretting over party favors and gave out home-made CDs.
I stopped trying to make the biggest and the best, or be Martha Stewart. Birthday parties became small, low key affairs in our backyard.
And I noticed something interesting: My kids had a great time. Their friends still enjoyed themselves.
So I was relieved when I read about a new national group, launched by a bunch of fed-up moms in Minnesota, to combat the birthday craziness. The truth is, the splashy parties aren't really for the kids' benefit....so much as the parents' benefit. It's just one more sign of the competitive parenting culture.
Stumble It!









