![]() ![]() The catering is organised, kosher, halal, sugar and fat free. Party bags are made artfully from internet websites or party organisers. The Notting Hill Mums (as do the Chelsea Mums, Belgravia Mums, South Ken Mums and all West London Mums) all compete with each other to throw a worthy birthday party for their gorgeous, perfect, little angels (or brats). So where do the famous, the rich and the Notting Hillers celebrate their kids’ birthday parties? Times have certainly changed and children’s parties these days are a whole extravagant, creative and OTT affair competing with Bat Mitvahs and Weddings, but which are a yearly, recurring affair (and sometimes a few times a year, depending on how many children you have). All I ever wanted growing up was someone ( anyone) to attend my birthday party to throw a hot potato or play musical chairs with me. So, I think I have a good enough reason to be obsessed and fear-stricken about throwing a birthday party and having no one show up. Granted, I had just moved to a Muslim country 10 days before and didn’t know anyone or the usual customs, where no one seemed to throw birthday parties or go to people’s homes they didn’t know. This likely stems from my early Freudian (all our issues really are due to our childhoods), traumatic experience when I had only one person (my neighbour) show up to my 6th birthday party out of my class of 30. I have always been sensitive about Birthday Parties. This becomes 42 parties a year, and 42 children + 42 parents to invite for a grand total of 84 mouths to feed and entertain (not to mention the siblings that are undoubtedly brought along and the occasional daddy), which equals to exhaustion and unimaginable stress for me for months ahead. Then, for my children’s birthdays, I have to reciprocate and throw a party for all the people who have invited us, whether I want to or not, to avoid personal social suicide and my children becoming social pariahs. I am torn between my egoistical self and my maternal self that needs to provide to my children’s happiness first. ![]() (I had to devise a hierarchy of needs for the Sunday pm parties: whose party do I really need to go to?) Is this what my life has been reduced to? My toddler’s social life being more booked than mine?. Recently, I had triple birthdays in one weekend: one Sat am, one Sat pm and two Sunday pm. These days I seem to spend every Saturday and Sunday carting my two kids to various Birthday Parties at various venues across London. (All Photos in this post courtesy of Les Enfants on Pinterest) Nottinghillyummymumm… on Quote of the Day: ‘I pro… Reflecting on Mindfu… on Mindfulness on Mother’s… Nottinghillyummymumm… on Senior School Entry Anxiety… Top Terraces & Gardens in London for Outdoor Dining.Senior School Anxiety & The 11+ Exam V.2.Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
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