Because our apartment can’t hold enough people.
Because where we live, if parties aren’t at people’s large homes with Mickey Mouse and Buzz Lightyear in attendance, they are at little gyms and bouncy places.
Because my child has been looking forward to his birthday since his last birthday and a party makes him feel really special.
Because he is a compassionate, caring, loving little boy.
Because he is the only child we will ever have.
Because you only turn four once.
Because he doesn’t know that his parents are disabled.
Because he doesn’t know that we are poor, that he is a WIC child, or that we are on food stamps.
Because someday he may have to find that out if things don’t turn around for us, and I can’t bear to do that to him right now.
Because he is a child just like any other child, and rich or poor, every child deserves to be celebrated.