I have spent days trying to understand why a simple invitation has been met with silence. I do not have the answer, but I do have a lot of feelings about it.
The party we are planning
I honestly do not understand what is wrong with people sometimes. Where is the emotional intelligence? It feels as if carelessness and indifference have won. This is about the birthday party for Ms and Mr, which will take place at the youth centre with a small concert.
From experience we know that many people cannot make it, so this time we decided to invite Ms’s nursery group. There are eighteen children in it. I did not invite Mr’s group yet, because I do not know most of the families there. Anyone from Ms’s group whose brother or sister is in Mr’s group is of course welcome too.
I made a nice invitation and posted it in the parents’ group where all the families from Ms’s group are. One person reacted with a heart, and that was it.
Silence
On her actual birthday the nursery diary was full of photos from the day I took in the cake. Not one birthday wish. Nobody replies to the birthday invitation. Nobody says yes, and nobody even says no. Perhaps a few may still say they are coming, but I doubt it.
I can only tell you how it feels from where I stand. It feels like a pact against me, and it feels as if the anger at me is being worked out on Ms. I cannot know whether that is what is really happening. What I know is that I cannot see what she has done wrong. If you do not like me, why stop the children from mixing? I would hardly have time to chat to anyone at that party anyway, because I would be busy with the food and three children under six.
The pattern I keep noticing
It is especially odd with four parents whose children have been in the same group as Ms for the third year running. Only one of them has ever invited Ms to a birthday party. The others never have. They do invite each other’s children. Ms they do not. I cannot help thinking it is because they do not like me.
In a couple of years it will be school. If this kind of deliberate, ongoing avoidance carries on, it becomes real school bullying, and it would come purely from the parents. I am convinced that if they asked their five-year-olds whether they wanted to come to Ms’s party, at least half of them would shout YES.
I would love to write an angry email, but it would only cause a huge scandal. The party has not even happened yet, so we will see. At least there are others invited who are not from the group, and some of them have already said they will come. We hope they do not fall ill.
What a birthday means to a child
I remember from my own childhood how much a birthday matters, and how important it is that someone comes. People can be so thoughtless that it brings tears.
And there is one family in particular. Their daughter is in Ms’s group and their son is in Mr’s. They seem to have started disliking me and no longer let the children meet. For a while Ms asked every day whether she could go and play there, but it was not allowed. I had tears in my eyes, because what do I tell her? That she is not wanted? That she is not allowed? You think of an answer.
I am tired
I am worn out. I do not want to, cannot and have no energy to socialise as it is, but for the children’s sake I try hard: organising the party, inviting people. And the answer is silence. It hurts a great deal.
Do I now have to actively look for friends for my children outside nursery and school? That should not be my job. Children should find their own friends, and Ms seems to get along with everyone in her group. So what is wrong with the parents?
Two ways of looking at it
There seem to be two points of view here. The first is that if you do not like the other parents, the children cannot mix either. I suspect most people think this way. I think the opposite. However unsympathetic the parents may seem to me, the children can still be friends. That goes especially for a five-year-old who can play and chat with friends on her own, who does not need watching every second like Mr, who is two and has Down syndrome, or like six-month-old B.
I may be wrong about the reasons. Maybe people are busy, or shy, or the invitation simply got buried. But silence still stings, and a child’s party is a very small thing to ask a reply for. So here is my plain request, as a mother who knows how it feels: if nobody replies to the birthday invitation, a five-year-old is the one who pays for it. A quick yes or no costs you ten seconds.
You are not alone.
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