I am sitting at Madhatter's, reading journal article after journal article for a group content analysis project. I am at the sole table in the 'library'. In the room to my left is a baby shower that ends at 11:00. In the room to my right is a group of women waiting to get into the room to my left for their shower that starts at 11:00. I can feel the employees' tension.
A little girl, about age four, but clearly quite precocious in her big girl's dress and fancy shoes just walked in with her mom and an aunt. She is carrying a baby gift almost bigger than she is. I am sure she insisted that she arrive with the gift in tote. I can't help but envy this little girl. She will be surrounded by the women in her family today. She will hear their stories, watch their body language, unconsciously adopt their mores and mannerisms.
When I was about her age, maybe slightly older, my mom and I picked up Aunt Janice for a baby shower. My Aunt Janice has four boys around my age, two older, two younger than me. Brian, the second to oldest, could not understand why he couldn't join us for the baby shower. "Boys aren't allowed to go to baby showers," she stated. As the mom of four boys, she must have relished such an invitation.
This was unacceptable to Brian. It didn't make much sense to me either, although I felt pretty lucky. My aunt walked to my mom's car muttering about the kind of boy who would want to be with a bunch of women all day and then fussing at him to stop throwing a fit (in her choice words). Just as she slid into the front seat, we heard a loud crash from her front porch. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" We all jumped out of the car and headed to the porch. Scattered broken glass littered the floor and Brian stood on the other side of the glass-paneled door with a bloody fist. My family is nothing if not passionate. I'm sure Aunt Janice dealt with him accordingly. I can't remember anything else that day, not even whose shower we attended or if we attended at all. What I remember is that Brian knew then the power of a bunch of women coming together to celebrate, to swap stories, to laugh, to advise, to gossip, to be women amongst women.
One room has cleared out, and the women to my right have started to migrate over to my left with fancy flowers and decorations. I MISS my family!!!!
Brian's third baby recently joined our family. He has attended all showers and celebrations.