This past week was Birthday Madness Week. I called it that because the celebrations lasted almost a full week and we were all going a little mad.
It has become tradition for my husband to take our daughter out on the day before her birthday for a special Daddy-Daughter Date. She dressed in a pretty new (it was actually a hand me down but she hadn’t seen it before so I wasn’t about to correct her) dress and waited patiently in the lounge for her date to come and fetch her. My husband left work early so that he could take her to Monte Casino for a special ‘big girl’ evening date. They went for dinner at one of the fancier restaurants then played games until she started missing mummy.
Her actual birthday was on the Wednesday. She woke up to a pile of presents from us, my folks and my sister. Now the presents weren’t crazy expensive (except the one) but it was all stuff that we thought she would REALLY like. For example:
- She loves watching DC Superhero Girls. So my sister got her the Wonder Woman doll. We expected her to freak out when she saw it but she opened the present and said “oh, its Wonder Women”. 😐
- Barbie is her new best friend so my mum got her a Barbie pillow, towel and a beach Barbie doll. She was a little excited about the doll, thought the towel was a blanket and then didn’t want to open the pillow because the packet was too big.
- We have recently started watching a cartoon called Miraculous where the female lead is a superhero called Ladybug. While I was shopping I found a Ladybug rain coat that I thought she would love because of all the spots. First she didn’t understand why she would need a raincoat and then she didn’t want to try it on properly because it was too big.
On Thursday I took her out for a Mummy-Daughter breakfast date then we did the last bit of shopping for her first kiddies party.
Saturday was the birthday party and it was amazeballs. The party was pirate themed so I baked a giant chocolate-fudge-brownie cake which my husband then decorated. It was a mammoth task and took him a few hours each night to get all the fondant toppers done in time.
We had a craft activity for the kids where they painted their own treasure chest. Once they were done they ran off outside to play and only came back in to get a snack. They had a blast. There was screaming and laughing and running and climbing. It was glorious.
After that party wrapped up, her two cousins stayed on for a second Barbie themed pajama party.
Now I know it sounds as if she is a spoiled brat but she really isn’t. She is the sweetest little plum. She’s just too used to getting gifts. When I was little my folks used to buy my sister and I toys or treats for no particular reason but birthdays and Christmas was a time to get something that you reallllllly wanted. Something that you pined after but was too much to expect at any other time. It was a special ‘anything could happen’ day. I feel as if we have taken that away from my daughter by getting her things that we think she will like as often as we do. I think she gets a present from us every single week (I order things online almost every week and need to fill in the gap to get free delivery). It isn’t expensive items, I’m talking crayons, a plastic tumbler, a marked down dvd, that type of stuff. (Which does actually work out to quite a bit when you add it all up). We love her so much that we constantly want to treat her for being so awesome. I really think we are doing her a disservice though. We have taken away some of the excitement from receiving a present. We have turned something special into something expected. The reality is that we want to treat her with presents but she has the most fun playing with other kids and just being free.
Luckily she is only four. There is still time to turn this situation around before she really does turn into a spoilt brat who expects gifts all the time and doesn’t show gratitude. I’m going to save so much money…