“So, have you booked a place yet?” I dread those words, yet I am hearing them with more and more frequency as sixth grade draws to a close for my son and seventh grade – replete with bar mitzvahs every weekend – looms on the horizon. I know that each party will outshine the last, that nubile young dancers will entice both kids and adults onto the floor – a practice I find creepy at best. (Sorry if that offends anyone – but, come on – lycra-clad, cleavage bearing young women dancing with barely pubescent boys?) I know that flash will rule and the centerpieces will likely be breathtaking. That is not me, nor is it my son – I think. But, when he starts reveling at party after party, will he be disappointed in a more down to earth celebration?
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This is a post from my blog of personal essays - Boys, Dogs and Chaos. I wrote it several months ago, when every other person seemed to ask me where I had booked my son's bar mitzvah. As I was writing it, I stumbled upon the fact that there seemed to be a lot more to my avoidance than simply my fear of the budget blow planning this shindig would dealt us. This post really struck a chord and moms were coming up to me left and right, thanking me for putting into words what they were feeling. I hope it touches you, as well!