My daughter had her fifth birthday party a few weeks ago. In my opinion the event was a disaster.
Rada had a full-scale meltdown at gift-opening time becase I would not allow her to play with her new toys unless she shared them with the others. So for the last 20 minutes of the party Rada wandered around the house, whining, no…. screaming with outrage that I would not let her bury herself in the corner by herself. The other guests looked on with a mixture of empathy and bewilderment.
A few photos recently came back from the infamous event and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember all the good times we had before the ‘denoument’, but they were there. We went to the park and blew enormous bubbles and we all held hands on the way back.
And there were the candles to blow out….
