Last Saturday I participated in an age old western ritual. I attended a baby shower. And not just any baby shower- mind you- one that was heavily decorated, and one that the mom-to-be was gifted probably every new parenting gadget ever created, as well as some old chestnuts. And to be fully transparent, although I now fall into one of the older generations, I still saw many parallels.
For instance, there are still a bunch of new fangled items that are being sold as "must haves," to new parents. Items that I now know, in my infinite wisdom, are really not needed.
If you can stay up all night rocking, or walking the halls you will be okay. If you can circle the block many times in the wee hours, you will pass muster. If your little bundle is warm, dry and has eaten you have essentially covered all the bases.
But I get it. It's the uncertainty. That uncertainty will get you.
I can wax nostalgic, and come off cool as a cucumber with the best of 'em, but I was the one who had labor and delivery on speed dial. And I was still calling long after I delivered.
Sssh! Don't give me away.
