Twenty Kids – Plus Sugar
April 16th, 2012
One of the things that will be difficult to leave behind when we move is the parent network I’ve been cultivating for the past three and a half years. It takes a village to survive being a parent (never mind raising a well-adjusted child — that takes more like an entire sub-continent) and I believe in building community. It’s what I do.
Thus I’ve worked hard to form relationships with other parents at our daycare, organizing events like mom’s night out, trips to the pumpkin patch, and cookie-decorating parties. It seemed only natural that we should host some sort of gathering to mark our departure from the area.
I tried to avoid party language, not wanting to build the event up too much to my easily-excitable first-born.
For weeks leading up to this Saturday, all she could talk about was her party. Conventional wisdom suggests that one keep the guest list roughly equivalent to the age of the children involved. Thus, a three-year-old would have three guests. It’s a conservative approach, yielding a manageable party.
I’ve been called many things in my life, but never conservative.
We had twenty kids. And frosted sugar cookies.
It was a riot. We rented out an indoor playground and set them loose. No party games. No presents. Just rowdy playtime on the part of the kids, and parent bonding on the part of the adults. Miss Mouse and Buggie had a fantastic time. A highlight for me was watching my son charging around the room full-tilt while pushing a toddler friend in a baby cart. Insane. And wonderful.