After that, I resolved NO MORE BIRTHDAY PARTIES.
I knew that this was a resolution that would not hold. No way, no how. But still, this Saturday we were invited to two parties and I declined one invite realizing that while my older child could cope with one party, two would likely result in a similar situation. And me being significantly bigger than last time, I didn't have the strength or will to wrestle a screaming child two blocks to a parked car.
We went over it, before we left: what would happen, what was expected. I reminded him of it over and over, and lo! he was angelic. Well, not angelic, per se, but played well and happily, enjoyed himself, ate pizza and cake, and when I said it was time to go expressed regret but got on his coat and left without a fuss.
I can see more birthday parties in our future. Thank heavens.
But the thing I think is key here is that not only has he grown up and realized there are social customs and expected behaviours, but that I'VE become better at this too -- communicating those expectations, taking time during the party to remind him, letting him know when we're leaving, and generally being more clear about things.
It's only taken almost four years, but I think I'm just starting to get a handle on this parenting thing.
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