bollocks to feeling bad for throwing a big party!
My eldest son had a party when he was 5. ONE child showed up. Everyone else just didn't turn up. Mostly without saying they weren't going to show up. Many after saying they were.
I cried and cried. I knew it was because he was autistic.
I said never again!
Fast forward 5 years. He's coming up to 10. We've moved up north and he wants a party.
I had another cry about the last one then I hired a MASSIVE hall, a disco, an entertainer who did a fabulous and interactive fun science show (which the kids LOVED) and invited practically the whole school!
I sat by the door, with my heart in my mouth, until they started showing up. I let siblings stay and everything
There ended up being about 60 kids there.
His pile of gifts (although everyone who'd asked what he liked, I told them honestly, there's no need, he's got overindulgent grandparents (a lie!) and waaaaay too much stuff...) was so massive we had to do 2 runs. (what with the leftover food being loads and loads too. I put on a buffet that could have fed 200!)
So again, I say big fat, hairy, slightly sweaty bollocks to no show and no gifts! Sometimes you have to! 