Children’s birthday parties… and why I dread them

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This may be controversial.

I dread children’s birthday parties.

I make this face when we get an invitation.

Trying to figure out a good excuse to get out of attending a kid’s party

*ducks for inevitable slinging of rocks*

Can I explain why though?

First, I’d like to say that I think children should have birthday parties. We don’t want our child to be that kid, whose parents “do not do birthday parties”. We don’t want our child to be that kid who doesn’t attend birthday parties because his parents “dreads children’s birthday parties”.

So attend them we do.

However, I don’t have to like them. I don’t have to like throwing a party. I don’t have to like going to one. 
I am talking about parties where parents are in attendance. Mostly because the kids are too small to be left to their own devices or under the care of the host, who surely would not and could not keep an eye on 10 to 20 children. 
So why am I so shit scared of kids birthday parties?
I am a Mama Bear when it comes to my son. I find it hard to let him be around the bigger kids (and there are ALWAYS bigger kids at these parties) as I know they are blissfully unaware of a 2 1/2 foot person within kicking distance, when they’re playing with that giant inflatable wheel. 
They are blissfully unaware of a tiny person half their size when they’re splashing in the kiddy pool. 
They are blissfully unaware of that toddler who has just mastered walking, who is staggering straight into their path as they run around. 
I find myself getting stressed, having to pull my baby away from these situations. To him, Mama is pulling him away from potential fun. I also find myself feeling resentful of those big kids’ parents. Why aren’t they there, watching their kids? Do they think this is free time? That their responsibilities as parents melt away because they’re not at home?

I am also socially awkward. This is surprising as I did make a living as a publicist for nearly 10 years. Strip away the work face though, I am awkward. I find it difficult to have a conversation with people I don’t know, the only things we have in common are that we have children and we know the host.

I know, it’s silly, and it’s unreasonable even. But I can’t enjoy myself. I can’t let my kid enjoy himself. 

I think we’ll just have to wait until he’s old enough and we can just do drop off parties. 
Sorry kiddo, no parties for you for the next 7 years! 
Just joking.

Darn it.

Do you think my fear of children’s parties is unfounded? That I’m just a grumpy cow?

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