I'm just home from a kickass baby shower for a friend of mine. She hasn't quite popped her babe yet, it's due to arrive mid-December, so another friend decided she needed a night of pampering. Enter a massage therapist and two aestheticians to provide said pampering. And all the guests got to partake as well. We also got to eat Chinese food and cupcakes and drink some wine and chat. Seriously? Best baby shower. Ever. Tomorrow I have another baby shower to attend. This one though, it's in a church. There will be little sandwiches, and probably no wine. So yeah.
The crazy thing about the shower tonight though, was the stuff that the guest of honour received, that I had no clue about. No clue. Stuff that didn't exist when I was birthing my children. A Bumbo? Wow. So you know what that means, right?
I am old.
That's right, I have become the "old aunt". Everyone has them, right? The women at the baby showers who sit in rocking chairs and nod sagely and say "back when I was having babies, barley water was alllll they needed" Or: "we used to DREAM of having a crib, our babies made due with a dresser drawer and some cotton wool". *sigh*
Actually I'm not that bad. Yet. But I am still amazed by the stuff that is out there for babies today. And not in a "what the fuck, you don't need that" sort of way, but more of a "damn, I totally could have used that" sort of way.
I guess that's how it goes though. Sunrise, sunset and all that, swiftly go the years.* Even though my kids don't seem that old, in the world of "The Stuff That Babies May Or May Not Need But That We Have Invented For Parents To Buy Anyway"? They are.
And this makes me sad in a way, because I remember my own baby showers, and receiving a whole bunch of stuff that was awesome. And I remember thinking at the time "wow, that sleeper is huge, he'll never fit into that!" And now? All those sleepers are in boxes in the attic, along with all the toys, rattles, teething rings and everything else that was showered upon us.
I miss those babies of mine. But, at the same time, Charles is half-way to his black belt in karate, taking bass lessons, and is nearly as tall as me. Max is fencing, has an incredible talent for art, and possesses the world's greatest imagination.
I don't want to go back, really I don't. What I want to do? Is meet the new babies that we are all waiting for.
And part of me really wants a Bumbo.
*for the record, I hate Fiddler on the Roof with a passion, but that song just seems to sum it all up.