Mother Who Knows
Date: December 03, 2017 07:35AM
Last night, I celebrated the fact that I never have to go to a Ward party again! Yay!
I was leaving for a fun, non-Mormon party. I was dressed in jeans and boots. My son jokingly said, "So, you're going to the ward party?"
I said, "Yes, I'm going alone, and bringing a casserole that serves 10 people." I can't believe I actually did that, every year.
My kids always refused to go, so I would go alone. I was always asked to bring food for 10. I would sit with the other singles at a separate table, off to the side. Deanie, The Dreaded Single Adult would give funny-but-true accounts of how it was to be single at ward parties. At her ward, the single women were last at the buffet table, and there weren't any chairs left, so they sat on the stage steps.
(Ew--I still have the image of a ravaged buffet table, with jell-o spilled into the lasagna, and most of the dishes already emptied out and crusty. Not appetizing at all.)
There was always great prestige for the people who managed to bring non-Mormons along to the Christmas party. Also, the larger the family that filled up the tables, the more respect was given to them.
I always had to attend, because I had to play the piano for the party. I didn't eat, and after I was finished playing, I would go pick up the kids, and we would go to McDonald's, and then rent a movie. If I hadn't had that to look forward to, the depression of being single in a couples world at Christmas would have gotten to me. Life is so much better, now!