Last year, I was quite excited when my older son (OS) was invited to his first birthday party for a preschool classmate. I should have immediately realized that there was a problem if I were excited about this. This was the invitation for OS that had nothing to do with me. A mother did not decide to invite Alex's son. A little girl sat down and put down my son on the list of kids with whom she wanted to spend her birthday. (pause as I feel that peaceful reassurance that my child is liked.) OK he was on the class list and the whole class was invited, but if the birthday girl had disliked OS, I'm sure his invitation would have been "lost" in the mail.
OS and I showed up to the birthday party and we, by which I mean I, was very exited. OS eagerly handed over his present to the birthday girl. Then he grabbed a piece of pizza and we found him a seat at the kids table. Then it was time for me to socialize with other parents whom I knew. I looked around and panicked. I didn't know anyone!
As I desperately scanned the room again, I noticed that several other parents had the same trapped look in their eyes that I was sure I had: we had to make friends! The birthday invitation suggested that the children wear comfortable clothing and implied that the children should bring a birthday gift and a zest for a good time. Nothing that said that parents needed to bring our own gregarious personalities.
As the event wore on, it become clear to me that a lot of my child's socialization was dependent on my ability to make friends. The parents who were talking to each other were setting up playdates with each other's children. The ones who were leaning against a wall were not. I wasn't very good at this the first time around when I was in preschool, (or elementary school, junior high, college, first job, or really any other point in my life), so why would I be any better at making friends the second time around? Let me put it another way: it's no surprise to me that OS is quiet.
I had to gather my strength and turn myself over to my higher power within: my Tyne Daley from Judging Amy part. After taking a few big breaths and an imaginary sip gulp of wine (yes I am a pathetic geek), I was able to muster the courage to go and introduce myself to all the other parents.
Last Friday OS was invited to his first birthday party for his new preschool class. Again I was very excited. The difference was that now OS fully understands birthday parties, and he was also very excited about it. Not that he wasn't for the last one, but this year he really gets it. Of course a new year brought a new dilemma: was I invited? The invitation was addressed solely to OS. Normally I would specifically ask, but I didn't want to because I didn't want the birthday girl's mom to say "no". Gosh my teenage rebellion has never subsided! What if OS wanted me to stay for a little bit?
It turns out that there were a mix of kids with parents and kids there by themselves. I did note that all the kids there by themselves had older siblings. I assume that once my younger son (YS) turns 4, I will immediately book myself for a manicure or at the very least a date with my pillow anytime he receives a party invitation.
The party scene was better this year. I knew two other moms from last year, so I wasn't completely on my own. While I did have to imagine that I was playing the role of a more outgoing person (alright it was Tyne Daley again) at least this time I didn't have to take as many deep breaths. Alright I didn't have to do the wine thing either! Maybe by the time YS is invited to parties, I will be able to just chill out and be myself. Wait a minute, I forgot, I'll be relaxing with a nice manicure!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: With your first child you force yourself to make friends with other kids parents at birthday parties. With your second child, you drop your child off at the birthday party and make time for yourself.
Birthday parties for the younger set are tricky. My daughter is just getting dropped off for parties since this summer (she turned 5 then). Although sometimes I still want to stay and talk to MY friends too!
ooops! I had a manicure booked, what's a girl to do?
Ha! Kidding, my older son quickly adapted to the kid only parties and given that I feel the same way about mingling with parents I don't know, I head for the door ;-)
Oh I do wish you lived closer. You would love our playdates & kid parties that my husband and I host. Whenever we plan a kid event, we use a paper invitation along with an emailed reminder invitation. In the invitation, I try to provide an idea of the crafts/activities we have planned - it also includes specific activities for "dads" which usually includes grilling food, a best dad dartboard or pool table player contest or just watching a football game. I also make a note that children's juice & adult beverages will be available. I have found a small glass of wine or a beer helps break the "parent ice". No pretend sipping/gulping here.
As far as I am concerned, a child's birthday is a mom's celebration too. Two, three, four, five and on it goes is annual celebration of the number of years a mom has been doing a GREAT job of being a mom. When I give birthday gifts for kids under 10, it usually includes a basket of inexpensive gifts from Big Lots wrapped nicely and I bring the birthday Mom a bottle of Korbel champagne to celebrate another amazing milestone.
But, that's just me and it that rings true with my saying that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes a village to support a mother raising her children!
Cheers!
-EE
PS-You are invited to Scooby's third birthday party in February. You'll love it!
I would love to meet you at a party and know there was a friendly face. I am also a wallflower but would hate to think that it would ruin my child's life if I didn't get past it.
Group dynamics always impact what happens to me when I go somewhere and don't know anyone. usually I wind up in a corner by myself. Sometimes, if the group is exceptionally friendly to newbies, I have fun. I think it works this way for most people.
I recently went to a horrific book party and the host was a wretched bitch who noticed me hovering around waiting to talk to her since I didn't know anyone else and not only did she not speak to me, so didn't bother introducing me to anyone else. I was very proud of myself when I approached another woman who looked lost and introduced myself. The problem was keeping a conversation going. Sigh.
You are not a geek at all. I can total relate to the social anxiety. Once again I am going to take a lesson from you though and book myself a pedicure when my son first gets party invites. (Forget the manicure. With a pedicure you geta foot rub!)
I consider myself to be outgoing (interpret that as I talk way too much) and sometimes still find these situations to be challenging .
Ok, and please tell me the invitation didn't says bring presents... Of course I wouldn't send my child to a party without a gift for the birthday child but spelling it out on the invite strikes me as a little much.
Good to note for future parties. I'll skip the cake and take myself out. My hubby and I have often talked about what life is going to be like when you have to socialize at kids' events. I suppose it's like at work, sometimes there will be people you click with and sometimes there won't but it's always good to try.
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I like this plan a lot. Going to file it away for a few years...