Daniel and I went to 2 kids parties today.
The first one was that of a classmate of his and the Mom’s a friend of mine. It was the usual mix of parents and kids that I am very comfortable with. Daniel’s school is quite a mix of colour and there are some really lovely folks that we have gotten to know the last few years.
The second party was that of a dear, dear friend’s little girl. This party was very different from the first as they are Muslim and Daniel and I were the only white people there, gasp! And the obvious lack of Merlot 🙂 There was such a spirit of family and family of family and children that are very loved and are growing up together in these strong family bonds. It was a truly special experience and I feel honoured to have been invited!
But, looking back, there were also many similarities between the 2nd party and the type of “white” parties I usually attend:
The birthday boy and girl cried at least once each.
There was sand-art at both parties and the kids all loved it (and the adults!)
Each family has the crazy aunt/uncle. You can spot them a mile away.
The older folk that are there, but sit separately from the young ones, almost like they feel they might be in the way.
There is usually a domestic worker in the background.
There is always at least 1 very badly behaved child,
at least one tantrum,
and sugar, lots and lots of sugar.