The first of two baby showers was held on Sunday, in
The guests at the shower spanned a few generations, from eleven years old through sixty, I’m guessing. One family friend was unable to attend because her mother had suffered a minor stroke earlier in the day, and she was needed by her side. That call came in just after my mom and I had arrived, and just as our main host was showing us pictures of her own grandson, who was born just two days before. The party was cheerful and lively, but this moment in the beginning—and the broad range of women in attendance-- filled it, for me, with a reflective sense of the life cycle, of lives at their very beginnings, in their middles, and at their ends.
I’ve begun the six week countdown to my due date, and the time is crawling, but in the company of the women at the shower, I got a taste of how special and fleeting the place I’m in now is— on the brink of becoming a mother—but also of how this connects me to women, and families, everywhere. It feels like such an intense, personal experience, and yet people everywhere have experienced this themselves, and always have.
The entire weekend was sort of touched with this sense of the merging big picture and small picture. We stopped to visit my grandmother on our drive back to
The next shower is a week away, and is being hosted by our close friends here in
This is Aaron and me on Christmas Eve, welcoming our friends' new kittens into our collective family!(My belly is huge!)
Did you have a baby shower? What was it like? How are you spending, or did you spend, the final six weeks or so before your baby arrived?
PS. Just saw this handmade baby shower gifts article here on Parenting.com. Such cute stuff!