My Bar Mitzvah wasn't like that. I studied the section of Torah I was going to read for weeks--I drove and drove myself until it was letter perfect.
I thought a lot about the whole purpose of the ceremony--"becoming a man in the eyes of God" and how I wished my Father (who passed away when I was seven) could be there to see me.
[The father I referred to in my initial post was my Step-Father, a man I despised.]
After the ceremony, when my very large family told me how well I had done, I felt warm all over.
To me, it was a lot more than just a party and presents.
Believe me.
"I say YOU'RE the CUTEST one. No, I say YOU'RE the CUTEST One. And we go on like that from dawn to three."