Every year I hem and haw on whether or not I should ban kids attending my eldest son’s birthday party from bringing presents. Last year, my husband implored me to stop the madness and put a disclaimer on the invitation saying “no gifts, please.” I won that battle and we ended up with a closet full of gifts, some of which sat unopened for six months. By then my son had grown out of them and as such, they were donated. (I’m not a huge fan of re-gifting, but I suppose, some younger child would have benefitted from the 42 floor puzzles we received.)
When I scheduled my son’s fourth birthday party for last weekend I thought long and hard about adding that line again to the Evite. (It’s greener and cheaper to invite kids that way, btw.) I had seen it happen once before this year as one of my friends suggested instead of presents for her kids, that people donate to Haiti.
Me? Not so much. I said: bring. it. on.
It’s not like the little prince needs anything. (Baby Burrito will want for nothing as a four-year-old.) But, now that he’s a miniature person sassy teenager-in-training and has actual interests, and likes and dislikes, it’s actually really cool to see what the kids who really know him come up with as gifts. And more so, what he will pick out for other kids.
“M likes fire trucks, mommy!” he’ll say, and I’ll go ahead and believe him and buy that truck for M, who, sure enough, likes fire trucks.
Sure, there were duplicative toys and those he’ll never play with that will go back for an exchange, but for every one that ended up in the reject pile were the planes that you paint, planes that fly by electric charge, planes that fly by a string pull (get the theme?). It made going to the park today that much more enjoyable. And I like when we get new gifts that are things I never would think to buy him or even realized were age-appropriate. He’s going to love ALL THREE magnetic mosaic sets he received.
I’m sure there are parents who would scoff at the mounds of gifts that are in our basement, but after he opened the four gifts of his choosing because he’s four, I put the rest away for a rainy day.
For now, I’m happy to say that he’ll stay “gifted.”