Happy Birthday ‘Rona-Style!
Pandemic, quarantine, birthday, and party.? Should any of those words even be used together in the same sentence? They were in my mind and haunting me from the time our state was shut down. How was I going to survive, let alone celebrate a birthday and create a special memory for not one, but two kids during the Corona Virus outbreak?
Well, just like the rest of the world; I had to go virtual! Here are ideas for how to make a fun and safe birthday happen- online!
I wish this was an original idea on my part, but I stole it from all those people out there having happy-hour parties and splashing them all over social media. I just knew I could make a virtual birthday party work! Soo, I went straight to planning mode, which for me meant calling our youth pastor for game ideas. (working smarter not harder, I mean why reinvent the wheel?). After our conversation, I got straight to work.
First, I decided on my agenda. Any good
virtual meeting party has one, right?
My rule for in-person parties has always been 1.5 hours to 2 hours max….. What would my time frame be for an online party? What games would I play? How would we start? How would we end? What virtual platform would I use?
After much thought, this is what we landed on:
- 45 minutes
- Open with introductions and Ice breaker (How do you know the Birthday Kid?)
- Games: Joel and Levi Trivia (I made-up questions about my boys that would be fun, easy, and sometimes hard) & Scavenger Hunt (This was a big hit!) I picked easy “around the house” items. Sometimes they had to figure out a clue. Some examples: Matching pair of socks, an item that turns on the T.V. You get the idea, right?
- We sang Happy Birthday and all participated in blowing out the candles, virtual style of course.
- Food: This is where I did work a bit harder and maybe not smarter. The night before the party I drove around to our guest’s house and did porch drop-offs of store-bought and sealed cupcakes for each family, along with goodie bags. What can I say, I am the “go big or go home” type of mom! This took a total of 7 hours, as some of our guests lived over an hour away. Talk about making memories for Dad and me!
- I wrapped up the party with a Dance-Off Competition. This was super fun! They danced the Cupid Shuffle.
For extra fun, I scored both games with points. For “Joel and Levi Trivia: the first person who raised their hand with correct answer earned 3 points, the second person 2 points and the third person 1 point. Same system for the Scavenger Hunt. The first person to return to the screen with the item earned three points, the 2nd person 2 points and the third person 1 point. I sent Target and Amazon gift cards to the winners- virtually of course!
45 minutes later the party was a wrap! I used ZOOM as our platform but I have heard that there are several other great mediums in the virtual world to hold a great party. I did let any kids that wanted to, hang out for a bit longer in the zoom room to chat and catch up with each other. By ALL party definitions, this was a HUGE FUN success!
If you are going to take a stab at a “virtual” party I would just read up on how to keep your party safe. There have been lots of “party crashers” out there recently.
From our family to yours, we wish you great joy as you celebrate your loved ones- be that online or in person!!
About the Author
Erin Garcia is a frontline, boots on the ground, homeschooling warrior momma of 11 kids. She has 13 years of Educational experience. Erin has been married to her husband George for 20 years. They have a beautiful, messy, blended family. George came into the marriage with 3 children and a stepdaughter, and Erin entering their covenant with 3 children, the Lord then blessing them with 4 more children together. Their children range in ages from 35 to 10. While still enjoying their three youngest at home they are also loving the newest season of grandparenting.
Life is Uncertain
I originally wrote this ten years ago and wanted to share my testimony again at this uncertain time.
Ten years ago, our house had burned, my 47-year-old sister had died unexpectedly, my oldest ended up in an E.R. several states away with Bird Flu, our contractor was crooked, we moved three times in ten months and threw away 90% of our possessions. We moved back into our partially finished house during the worst flooding in our region’s history (though last year topped that). My dad died a few months later.
It was a stressful year, to say the least.
One thing we all have in common right now is that life is uncertain.
And with that uncertainty comes anxiety, fear, possibly depression. Stress. Will we get sick? Will we get better? Will we have a job? What will the world look like in 2, 4 or 6 months?
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 2 Corinthians 4:7-10
Maybe right now you can relate to these words that I wrote 10 years ago:
I have been tossing and turning for nights. If there were an Olympic event for turning 360’s under the covers- I’d win. Cause while we are home, we are far from settled. The house remains undone and critically demanding from both a time and money standpoint. I feel pulled in a 100-directions at once for a myriad of reasons. Like Mrs. Beaver in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, flurrying around, scurrying in all directions, wondering if she should pack the kitchen sink for their flight from imminent danger, flustered because she’s worried she won’t make a good impression, concerned that Mr. Beaver will fall into the path of danger. Geez, mahn, she’s a worrywart.
Oh, how I relate. Cause I’m faithful and true and a diligent and hard worker and busy and industrious and mindful of things, and thinking of what’s next and on and on. But I’m concerned. Concerned about all that’s not being done and what’s up ahead and how I look and what’s next.
When Mrs. Beaver finally meets Aslan, his comment to her, which sets all things right in her life is, “Peace, Beaver.”
And with those two little words, the High King sets it all straight. He recognizes who she is, calls her by name, dignifies her presence and speaking words of power and might, straightens the crooked places by His ruasch, alive and manifesting His strength and vision for her. The fussing and stressing and striving cease and she can relax in His presence knowing He’s got her back.
I’ve had a hard time getting there for the past many months. I’ve been grief-stricken and weary and flustered. And it’s not that things aren’t better than before, we have been blessed in amazing and profound ways; it’s the process of how they’ve gotten that way. Inventorying time and materials, thoughts and actions, sorting through possessions that were meaningful because of memories or people, profoundly feeling the loss of family, moving yet again in a matter of months.
I look around at all of the projects and consider how we’ll make due this fall and feel, oh so rocked by the waves of the circumstances. The work is something we enjoy, but the amount of it seems ominous, and while Dr. Dh is confident we’ll get it done, it’s all in the context of a day job and homeschooling and the living that will take place around it. And I see how we get tired and sore in a way we haven’t before. Age, stress, the demands of the year, manifesting themselves in practical ways.
This year, in the midst of the chaos and flurry of once in a lifetime circumstances I’ve longed for ritual. For benchmarks that say it’s this season or that. This is what you do when, the words you say now, the posture you take in response. I’ve needed guides, markers, mindless actions to go through that indicate time and life go on in a sensible and pleasing pattern despite disruption and chaos and hurt and fear and unrest and inconclusiveness”- the ritual and meaning and confirmation of faith and death and loss and living.
My youngest came up to me where I was sitting a few days after we moved back home and said, very quietly, “Momma, the fire scared me.” Just so plain and simple and straight forward, but sad and apologetic, like her little 7-year-old self should be braver. The very fact of being home again, I think, finally allowed her to say these simple words. I said, “I know, Baby, of course it did.” And she crawled into my lap and snuggled against me, curled up like when she was two and stayed there for a while. Later she looked up at me and smiled and gave me a big hug and hopped up and went to find kittens to play with. I’m grateful she could be as little as she needed to be and snuggle up with someone older and bigger and stronger and sit and soak in my strength and comfort until she’d absorbed as much as she needed.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever–present help in trouble. … Come and see the works of the LORD. Psalm 46:1
On so many levels, I’ve felt like my little girl and I’ve wanted to say the same thing; “The fire scared me, Sue’s death rocked me, I feel the loss and lost.” And I want to feel and hear and know Abba is saying, “I know, Baby, of course. Rest in My peace. I’ve got you. Despite the worry and chaos and confusion and disorder and the house undone and work ahead, I’ve got your back.”
And He does.
I know He does for me and I know He does for you!
Sunday’s coming and with it, the Living Christ!