I don't know what it is like in the States, but here in Latin America it seems like the birthday party is a yard stick by which one measures the popularity of the kids and the social status of the family. We have been to three of five birthday parties so far and they all seem to be these hyper choreographed events with actors hired to entertain and play characters and matching cakes and cups, and expensive gifts for all the invited guests, not to mention food and drink and parting gifts for their family members who all come along...it's a HUGE socializing affair every other week and at the last one at least four moms had their NANNIES there so they could kick back and enjoy the conversation with their friends at the country club.  And the last one was a Saturday afternoon outdoors...I had on jeans and a t shirt and my sneakers thinking it might actually be a casual affair as we were lead to believe by the hostess and all the other moms were done up to the nines...some had jeans, but with heels, and coiffed hair and professional make-up...
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I feel so out of place. Don't get me wrong, they are lovely parties and we are grateful to be included, and to have such generous parents in his class. They really go all out and it is so nice to be included. And they are just as sweet as can be, really. But I feel so disconnected. I feel like I'm sitting in on a filming session of the Real Housewives of Bogota, and meanwhile I've probably got banana smeared somewhere on my clothes or in my hair and I'll be the butt of the table's joke when we finally leave.Â
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So next month is DS's 6th birthday and originally I was thinking of just having something at our apartment for his closest friends and the four of us and maybe a couple co-worker's families, inviting my friend who is a magician and a professional clown over to make some balloon animals with the kids and maybe teach them all a magic trick...now I am having serious anxiety, like flashbacks to being the nerdy kid no one wanted at their party and who sat waiting on the front steps until dusk for no one to show up to her party sort of anxiety. Apparently we are expected to invite the whole class of 25 kids and then some, and then we're expected to feed the kids and their parents and possibly their brothers and sisters, too. And then there's the fact that no one here RSVPs, and so we might have 25 show up or we might have one...or none, and then what? I just wish Easter would sync up with his birthday again so we could run away to the beach as a family and be done with it all. I am freaked out...
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I just want to make a fun cake, have pizza and soda for the kids and beer for us, with a few friends and some games and music. I was even thinking of doing it in the park, picnic style...is that totally unacceptable?
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I did not expect this to become so complicated nor fraught with so many emotional landmines.Â
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Should I give in and just splash out and get the pre-planned all inclusive party room at the nearest party salon du jour and just go along with the crowd and get my hair and nails done before the EVENT, or should I stick to my hippie guns and let my six year old pay the price in popularity points, but give him the gift of a model of integrity and courage? And since when are birthday parties such defining moments of one's childhood?
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