With my daughter’s birthday rolling around, I had contemplated all the options we had.
In previous years we had Dance Studio parties, Bouncy House parties, and the list goes on.
With each year, I thought I had to outdo my last year’s efforts by planning something bigger, better and in locations that rivaled Disney Land.
But I forgot something along the way; what was really important.
I was having a “Grinch” enlightening moment. It wasn’t the size or the place of that party that mattered. It was the friends and family that came together to honor my daughter.
After being shaken out of my reverie, it was clear. My daughter wanted her party home and I should actually listen. I thought for sure she’d rather have a big production than a simple get-together. I mean, what kid wouldn’t?
I had gotten lost within the competition of other moms of having the best party of the year. Something, I will not give in to again.
My heart may not have grown 3 sizes today, but my mind has reached new depth at the marvel of a young child’s wisdom.