I was talking to some friends about my plans for Jackson’s 5th birthday party and one of them who happens to read my blog, said don’t you hate kids birthday parties? And I do. But there are lots of things that come with this parenting gig that I don’t love, that make me uncomfortable or put me in situations that I would never have put myself in during my pre-kid days. But I do them, with a smile on my face because I’m a parent.
So while I don’t enjoy kids birthday parties, I am still throwing my son a superhero party because it’s what makes him happy. It’s also why I spent most of Sunday afternoon walking through the zoo at a friends son’s birthday party. And it’s why just about every weekend for the next month I will be at a kid’s birthday party. It’s not because I love these events but it’s because my son does. It’s because it’s a way for him to see his friends and celebrate with them, because I’m not going to deprive him of that childhood experience.
And because I’m a parent, I get out of bed on Saturday mornings and sit in the cold and cheer on my sons soccer team, even though youth sports are right next to birthday parties on the list of things I dislike.
I go to play dates at places that I wish served alcoholic beverages. And I listen to the Frozen soundtrack on repeat while he runs around a gym full of screaming children, not because that’s how I dream of spending a Friday afternoon but because he loves it.
I’ve sat awkwardly at play groups where I didn’t fit in, because he was having fun. I’ve brought children’s museum memberships and theme park admissions and waited in line for 45 minutes to meet a Baymax because he loves these things.
And I do them because I’m a parent, and while there might be hundreds of other things I might want to do with my time or many other ways I would want to spend my money. And I do them because I love him and I love doing what makes him happy even if it’s not always what makes me happy.