I dont believe for a moment that mothers today love their kids any more than our great-grandmothers loved theirs. We just feel compelled to prove it through ridiculously expensive themed birthday parties that have do-it-yourself cupcake stations with 18 types of toppings and over-the-top gifts. For a few years, I got caught up in the Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better parenting model, which mandates you scour Pinterest for the best ideas, execute them flawlessly, and then share the photo evidence with strangers and friends via blogs and Facebook posts. Suddenly, it came to me: We do not need to make our childrens childhood magical. Childhood is inherently magical, even when it isnt perfect. My childhood wasnt perfect and we werent rich by any stretch of the imagination, but my birthdays were still happy because my friends came over. It wasnt about the party bags, perfect decorations, or any of that. We popped balloons, ran around in the backyard, and we had cake. Simple. But when I look back on those times, they were magical.
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 14:55:53 +0000
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