I love a good party! Who doesn’t? But when I got an invite to go to a kid’s birthday party, fear came over me. As a childless adult, I’m a novice to the scene.
For more than a decade now, the word ‘party’ has meant some sweet food, cold beer, fine wine, hot tunes and an interesting mix of guests. But a kid party instantly conjured up images of sticky hands, frenetic energy, and high-pitched squeals.
What to do, what to do?! My college girlfriend, Christina, invited me. My other college friends would be there with their children. I haven’t seen them in years. I wanted to hang out, see their adorable offspring. I wanted to be a trooper. But the idea of being surrounded by 2 dozen children in varying ages between infant to 13, needed careful consideration.
@susantran Getting ready to go to a ‘kid party.’ I’m a kid party novice. Is it ok to show up late and leave early?!
(Really?! You can’t be fashionably late?)
(Present – Check! Cake – Love it! Enthusiasm – Got it!)
It was very overwhelming to walk into a room full of screaming children. I wore a stupefied look for a good 20 minutes. I had to adjust to the scene the way our eyes have to recalibrate when we enter a room after a bright sunny day.
I was amazed as just how many activities were going on around me. A jump castle, beanbag toss, cha-cha slide, balance beam, piñata, a rainbow parachute, balls, jump ropes, little stilts, cake, ice cream, balloons, face painting, presents … I got dizzy! But I had fun though not as much as the kids. Here’s my attempt at capturing their ENDLESS energy!