Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my baby
Yesterday I went to a birthday party for a 4-year-old. Seeing as it is not my immediate family and I loathe the expense and materialistic one-upmanship nature of these parties, my friend (now ex) deliberately misinformed me and said it was a family affair. I suspect that knowing swapping my precious, stressless , quiet Sunday for a day filled with young children was definite no no, he was deliberately was vague about the whole thing. Now I remember an age when parties consisted of sausages on sticks, cheese and pineapple, ham sandwiches, salad and fruit. The only sweet thing in sight would be jelly or a cake. Check the photo out above – sugar rush city or not? Not a healthy food item in sight. Even some of the games consisted of sugar useage!
I also remember my Mother making me greet all my guests, saying hello, saying goodbye and thanking them for coming. I was also made to write thank you letters for presents given to me – and at the time I resented her for it. But you know being on the receiving end of a child who doesn’t acknowledge you when you walk through the door, does not say goodbye, does not thank you for presents when you’ve gone to the trouble of spending time looking for or making it for them, makes me realise how much I love my Mother for drilling some manners into me.
We are so lucky to live in a society where the majority of our children are healthy, are able to eat well and have a good education. But as the sugar kicked in, the kids became more and more hyper and the tears start to fall, my thoughts strayed to the children I have encountered in less well off parts of the world. Way too often I see young children selling/begging on the streets day and night, bare-footed, dirty, thin and dressed in rags. These children have so little, yet I also see smiles, laughter, kindness and generosity with each other.
Maybe we should be more vigilant about encouraging unhealthy lifestyles and buying into the it’s all about me culture.