My second-born is officially 6 years old. I remember the day I gave birth like it was merely 17 months after my first-born was born! He made his debut at dinner time which pretty much explains why he’s always been a hearty eater and frequently announces that he’d like a snack.
So, the November birthday can be rough. First, you never know what the weather will bring. It will most likely rain if you plan anything outdoors, and it will be a glorious sunny fall day if you plan anything indoors.
On top of that, his is the last family birthday of the year, and so close to the holidays. If I hadn’t already planned his 3 siblings’ plus a husband’s birthday this year, and if I didn’t have to start kicking into Thanksgiving hostess with the mostess mode, I would’ve remembered to reserve some bowling lanes on time like he requested weeks ago, ahem.
Instead, he got what will go down in our family history as…A Minivan Party!
Yes, picture a bunch of kids, 6 to be exact, hopped up on cupcakes and popcorn within the confines of a parked minivan while it is dark and cold outside. Seriously, picture it! Here, I’ll help you:
I was so thankful that my longtime mom friend had no problem with this. She and I sat up front, catching up, while the kids treated the rest of the car like the bounce house I didn’t rent.
It was awesome, actually. We sang happy birthday…opened presents…we even had an activity in the form of window markers! My son was was having a blast!
I was so darn proud of myself for throwing him such a unique and memorable party. I was patting myself on the back that I didn’t let this year get by without doing something special. In fact, my other 3 were asking if they could have minivan parties next year, too. I walked in the door and high-fived my husband telling him I had taken care of everything. Mission accomplished.
Later that night, my son asked me an unexpected question:
Him: Mama, when’s my real party going to be?
Me: What do you mean, your “real party” son?
Him: You know, my reeeeeeaaaaaal party with lots of people?
Me: Um, would you like mama to fix you a little snack?
Fast forward a couple of days to his actual birthday…
With the help of some good friends and family I was able to pull off a reeeeeaaaaal, albeit last minute, party at a local pizzeria complete with a homemade cake that my son has been imagining since forever.
Yup, sometimes we have to learn lessons the hard way. Next year, I’ll be sure to invite more people to the minivan party.