My older son (OS) attended another birthday party yesterday. This one was held at a place with giant inflatable bouncers. While the children get to bounce, run, and jump, parents don't have to do anything. We get to just hang back and talk. The birthday girl was a friend from OS's preschool, so you might assume that I saw many familiar faces. Not exactly. She had been in OS's class last year, while most of the other guests were from her class this year. Translation: I hardly knew anyone.
At one point, OS asked me to jump on the giant bouncers with him. There are few things that I am less inclined to do than jump up and down in front of a whole group of people, particularly strangers, particularly after my experience with the evil camera that ambushed me in Chuck E. Cheese the prior evening. I did the obvious thing and lied. I told OS that parents weren't allowed on the bouncers. OS believed me and went off to bounce on his own. Apparently I wasn't the only one to use that line because I heard several other parents deliver it. Then I saw a mom doing the unthinkable. She was jumping in the bouncer with a bunch of the kids. I was impressed but completely disgusted. Didn't she know she was making me look bad?
As I struggled to make small-talk with an adjacent mom, she confided that she had also chosen this place for her child's party because she didn't have to entertain her kids when they were attending a birthday party. I wondered if I had found a kindred spirit. Then she commented that the mom jumping on the bouncer should be nominated for mother of the year. I completely relaxed and felt comfortable at the party. I had found one of my own!
Unfortunately, my fellow mom wasn't the only one who noticed the bouncing mom. OS soon ran up to me and pointed her out. I had no choice but to say the obvious thing: that mommy had gotten special permission.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Perfect parenting makes real parents look bad.Labels: Humor (at least Attempted), Mom-Care, Outings and Playgroups |
My kids have been to a few parties at a place like this. Only one time did I venture on the equipment -- a giant inflatable slide. No jumping in front of other parents, that's my motto!