Why I’m Giving up on Attempting to Always Function as Hilarious Mother
I took my children to the children’s museum, but my concern was about the germs my kids will have contact with. I have seen the study that children’s museums may harbor a number of the nastiest bacteria, but being have never asserted to this, I do not have enough evidence. So on this day, I was especially excited to go. Inside the significant museum amphitheater, a wrestling-themed anniversary party was occurring. Since the door opened temporarily to allow the next wave of individuals in, I had a glance inside.
I hardly throw this word around, but the party was wonderful. The whole, an arena was decorated to the perfection. There were wrestling bands put up, imitation glittering straps hooked on the wall along with adults in Hulk Hogan costumes. There was an old-looking “wrestling game” poster with all the lucky birthday kids’ face on it. What ought to be appreciated is the whole event was lovely and to any mother who would have been there would have shared the same sentiments.
But I am powerless to throw her that sort of merrymaking, no because am not that outgoing but because have quite devastating social pressure. Being in a big crowd makes me nervous. Her dad meanwhile is someone who loves such type of thing. A theatre whizz in high school, he can manage any sort stage. He’d host a magical unicorn soiree at any place in the world or such birthday parties with Hulk Hogan costumes in a split of a second.
While my nervousness is just a part of the problem, truth be told, there is another reason I am not capable of becoming the “enjoyable” mother. Am not well versed in arranging birthday parties with Hulk Hogan costumes or inside a museum. But I do not see a reason as to why I cannot throw the best birthday party our small city has ever seen, and a similar one like the one I saw people wearing Hulk Hogan costumes. But the only hindrance is that I will be stuck with colossal expenses that can lead misappropriating my savings.
Conversely, by relieving myself of this heaviness to throw a celebration that leaves people talking for months, I am taking that energy to somewhere it will be worthwhile. I am leaning into motherhood full-time. I am giving them the affection, memoirs, and attention that they deserve at this stage in their own lives.
Her birthday is soon approaching and I am still undecided on what we’ll do. We might set up the showerhead in the backyard and allow her buddies splash themselves while enjoying the moment. Or we may organize a party similar to the museum where kids will wear Hulk Hogan costumes to make it even more unforgettable.