Although many of my friends have children, I have never actually attended a baby shower. I always thought it was something more prevalent in the USA than Europe, but a little digging around has shown that historically, it is customary for women of all cultures to gather together and celebrate an impending or recent birth. So today, I helped baby shower my new sis-in-law (well, it’s easier than saying husband’s brother’s partner, and if you knew her, you’d want her to be your sis-in-law, too).
A is awesome. She’s lovely and funny and down-to-earth and if they ever split up, my loyalties are going to be sorely tested. However, as we don’t live in the same town or have the same group of friends, I was really quite (pleasantly) surprised to have the invitation extended to me and DD. So off we went, and a great afternoon was had by all. We ate lots of pastel-coloured treats (macarons and confetti cupcakes, yeah!). We played silly games. But most of all, we got to talk and I got to bond with A’s family. Turns out, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. They’re all lovely. I want them to adopt me. Or I just want to be around them a lot more! Being with them was very reminiscent of being with Husband’s extended family in Scotland. Noisy, loving and all up in your business, in the best way possible.
It’s an amazing feeling to meet a group of people, (well, for all intents and purposes, my new extended family), and feel like you’ve found part of your tribe. We giggled, we laughed, we swapped stories. I’d like to think that all baby showers are like today. Lots of happiness, lots of love, lots of laughter. Because in about 4 weeks’ time, A is going to give birth to my niece or nephew. Someone who will share its DNA with my child. My husband. My much-loved and much-missed father-in-law.
Life. It is incredible and exciting and deserving of celebration, isn’t it?