stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff. stuff.
stuff. do we seriously need to provide plastic bags full of plastic stuff and fake food wrapped in plastic IN ADDITION TO the mounds of pizza and cake and crafts and entertainment we just provided for our tiny little children? i'm not sure a company like "oriental trading post" even needs to exist. but somehow it does, and somehow we party-throwers cannot help but litter them with purchase orders for plastic magenta hula skirts and blinking yellow necklaces and glitter-covered beer mugs and turquoise rubber duckies and orange kazoos and black chattering vampire teeth and... (i'm going to channel susan powers for a minute) "STOP THE INSANITY!!!!!!!"
can we please stop?????? all of us? me, too! let's stop! okay? we don't have to buy this stupid shit! let's shop and plan mindfully. the kids only play with it for 2 hours before it breaks and ends up in the trash anyway. let's just stop. because it's not just about the short-term waste. it's also about the long-term results.
are we, as parents, creating little monsters? yes. are we programming our kids to have unreasonable expectations? absolutely. and, more importantly, in order to meet these expectations, are we endangering our children? i mean, spoiling them - yes, that's for sure. but also endangering them? YES! all of these pointless trinkets end up somewhere. and it ain't in my compost bin.
this message is going to anger many party planners, and it's going to offend a lot of mommies, and it's going to disappoint a lot of children, but listen. as said by the great chief seathl in his letter to franklin pierce in 1854, "Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste." all of that plastic shit is going to end up in a landfill. all of those candy wrappers are heading into that landfill, too. our unmindful purchases are only creating a more complicated world for the very children we are trying so hard to please. and guess what? it doesn't have to be like that.
i challenge you, as a mommy or a daddy, to say, "fuck it. i'm not doing it this year." because when you say, "fuck it," another mommy or daddy can say, "fuck it." and then before you know it, when our children attend a birthday party, they can do this: CELEBRATE. PERIOD.
i'm happy to be the first bad mommy who does not give party favors. i'm also happy to be the first bad mommy who does not give birthday presents. i'll take the dirty looks and the judgment and the criticism. because in the end, i know it's not so bad. it's actually really really REALLY good.
when my children are invited to parties, they will not show up with games or toys or bead kits. unless granted special permission, they will show up with smiles and experiences. they will show up with little hand-written cards inviting the birthday girl or boy to a day at the park or a trip to a museum. b/c there's just too much stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff stuff. stuff.
peace, love, gratitude,
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