A Party post

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:

Nervous Moms.

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.

And Cupcakes.

And Partypacks.