If you ever want to get really depressed as a parent, just go onto Pinterest and search for “kid birthday ideas.”
In preparation for my daughter’s birthday this weekend, I spent a few minutes on the image-sharing website. And suddenly I feel the need to tell you that I am probably never going to throw a party that includes cupcakes made to look like baby pigs, or personalized individual packets of instant lemonade as party favors.
Here’s the thing: I find it hard to believe that these things actually happen. But the evidence is right there on Pinterest, in overwhelming abundance. And that is precisely what has moved me to make this public declaration: I will not be making bunting. I will not be dipping 100 marshmallows into chocolate and decorating them with sprinkles and placing them lovingly into paper cupcake holders. I will not be making a seven-layer cake in which every layer is tinted a different color to form a rainbow effect.
I realize that I already sound snarky, as if I am thumbing my nose at the people who are doing these things. But, really, I’m not. Deep down (OK, not even that deep), there is a part of me that would very much like to produce a rainbow cake (or an ombre cake, if I want to be really on-trend). But I know myself well enough by now to know that it just ain’t going to happen.
Why not? Well, I could pretend to be all self-righteous here and say that it’s because I have better things to do than crafting a homemade quilted bunting from scraps of my daughter’s baby clothes. But there are a few things wrong with that statement.
For one, it’s not really true. Is whatever I’m doing on a given Saturday (work, laundry, watching my kid play with toys, going on Facebook) really so important? Usually not.