When I was in elementary school, I knew the drill. If there was a
party -- at Halloween, the holidays or any other time -- I had one
important duty: Sign up to bring paper plates or cups. My mom was very
clear on this point. She didn't want me coming home and surprising her
with a last-minute order for three dozen peanut butter cookies.
Napkins, plates, cups, plastic cutlery or even the occasional beverage.
These were things she could handle.
Now,
my mom was not lazy by any means. She threw birthday parties that would
have made Martha Stewart look like a horribly uncreative,
special-occasion slacker. But with two kids, she had all the demands
for pastries and potato chips she could handle.
I mention this because last week I realized something significant: I have become a plates-and-cups mother, too.
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