To Top

Bringing Up Baby: Donuts And Disappointment.. 4 Lessons From The Botched Birthday Party

Red Happy Birthday balloonsBringing Up Baby:
Donuts And Disappointment..
4 Lessons From The Botched Birthday Party

I have a lot of friends in the parenting trenches and though that time has passed for me, (now, we are firmly planted in the “teen years”; and you thought terrible twos were bad) there are moments from it that I remember as if they were yesterday.

One of them was my son Cole’s big birthday celebration.

Now, as you parents know, the birthday celebration consists of two parts; there’s the home celebration, with family and a few friends. And there’s the school soiree where the birthday child is hoisted on a chair and paraded over the land, with the loyal subjects (classmates) chanting their love and admiration.

Or just cupcakes in class.

Yeah. That.

Related: Good Enough Mother How I Hit The Brink And Found My Way Back Again

So when Cole was turning 8 in the second grade, he asked me to bring donuts to class, in the shape of an 8; of course, since you only turn 8 once, regular, old circular donuts would never do. Besides, Matt Krause’s mom had done the same.


I did my research, ordered the donuts, called the day before said donuts were to be picked up to make sure they were going to be there and so on. In other words, I took care of business.

So when I arrived the next day to pick up the donuts, they were there, right?


Oh, there were donuts there.. just not MY donuts. Some other, fried and frazzled mom had come in right before me and took the number 8 donuts I ordered, instead of the number 9’s she was supposed to.

Related: Breaking The Adult Rules: Lessons I Learned From A Trip With My Son

I felt faint.

I felt weak.

I was going to disappoint my son in ways unimaginable and that I’m sure no parent had ever done before.

(Okay, a little melodramatic but stay with me here.)


What could I do?

I had two options; I could rush over to ShopRite and grab cupcakes, which would be suitable but not what he wanted. Or, I could take the number 9 donuts in, apologize for what was not my mistake but just a screw up and make the best of the (bad) situation.

I opted to do the latter.

And when I showed up, balancing two boxes of donuts and a handful of napkins, my little birthday baby was grinning like a Cheshire cat.



Here’s why.. and the 4 lessons I learned from that day.

1 of 4  


Donuts on a white reflective background.

Cole couldn’t have cared any less that the numbers were wrong. Why? Because it was never about the donuts. It was about me being there; a chance for him to puff out his non-existent chest and show everyone that he mattered enough for his mother to celebrate with him.

Read more: Bringing Up Baby: Are You Giving Your Kids (And YOU) The Most Important Gift?



When I got to the class, I gave Cole a heartfelt apology, explaining that sometimes things just don’t work out the way we plan. He’s always been sort of an easy-going kid so he gets over disappointment pretty quickly. He took the box of number 9 donuts and passed them out to his friends,  thrilled to be sharing something so important with them.

Read more: 10 From GEM: 10 Lessons To Teach Kids Of All Ages



Yep. See number 1. I think sometimes as parents we get so caught up in the minutia that we miss the big picture. I could have gone to his class carrying fried liver and lima beans and he would have been glad to see me.  Keep an eye on the big picture; everything else will fall into place.

Read more: Monday Morning Motivation: Focus On The Big Picture



Repeat after me: It’s all going to be okay. Even then I knew it wasn’t the first time things would get screwed up and I was even more sure there would be many times when I was the one screwing them up. But what seemed a big, damn deal actually wasn’t; the sun came out the next day, my child was not relegated to the land of urchins with sorry parents. He was still celebrated on his special day and later we laughed about the great donut debacle.

Read more: Monday Morning Motivation: 3 Ways To Make An Embarrassing Moment Work For You!


So there you have it.. my botched birthday celebration story.

The lesson?  Remember what is worth getting stressed about and what can wash off in the shower.

In this case, there was just no use in crying over fried dough.

For real.

What about you, have you ever had to punt in a situation like this? Tell us about it; how did you do? How did your child handle it?





1 of 4  


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

More in Bringing Up Baby

Combing the aisles at Target in search of the best deal on Cheerios, it hit Rene Syler like the stench of a dirty diaper on a hot summer’s day. Not only is perfection overrated its utterly impossible! Suddenly empowered, she figuratively donned her cape, scooped up another taco kit for dinner and Good Enough Mother was born.

Copyright © 2017 Good Enough Mother® Designed By ABlackWebDesign

Click to access the login or register cheese