Throw A Baby Shower For Her Not You!

I'm a little bit disgusted. I went to a baby shower today but it seems like the friend who threw the shower did it more for her then she did for the mother. The mother to be really likes Victorian things, is a vegetarian and is a bit shy.  So she was a bit aghast when she walked in to find herself confronted by clotheslines hanging with hand me down clothes, big meat lasagna and women playing 'who has the poopy diaper.'  However the woman who threw the shower has more this sense of humor.   They also served chocolate cake when I know that the mom-to-be's favorite flavor is lemon. 

My point here is that he intention of a baby shower is to throw the expectant one a party she will love! The intention literally shower the mother with blessings, gifts and the good will of her best friends. It is not a religious rite, although as late as the forties and fifties, baby showers were thrown in conjunction with a baptism or a christening. 

If you are asked to throw a baby shower for a good friend don't tell yourself that all that matters is that you are motivated by your heart. You also need to make some kind of attempt to please her.   Sit down and take the time to figure out what makes her tick, what her taste is and what her favorite colors are. Try to make her as happy as she can be on that special day.

Consciously ask yourself a few questions about the mother. Who is she? What does she like? Is she religious? Is she a feminist? Is she a busy multi-tasker?  Is she struggling financially? Is she sentimental, practical, business-like, shy, formal, friendly?  Is she a stylish individual or is she happiest kicking around in a sweatshirt? Does she drink or is she a member of MADD? Any dietary restrictions?  Does she hate pink?  Can you see her child wearing a black leather jacket instead of the usual furry little pom poms? 

These are the type of things you have to ask yourself before throwing the shower. For instance if she hates arts and crafts don't even think of making a plaster model of her swelling belly –she is going to hate you for that and store the thing in the garage. Sit down and make a list of your friend’s likes and dislikes. This will help inspire you to manifest an event that is uniquely personal to her. 

Rites of passage are deeply personal so it is very important that you don’t string a diaper clothesline across the living room of a stylish status conscious friend or serve lots of cake to a mother with gestational diabetes. Do a little research and make use of available resources.  The biggest mistake that most people make when they throw a party for another person is making the theme more personal to them, than the mother. Those Barbie dishes and towels that you adore collecting, might not suit the mother-to-be who may throw them up on eBay or give the away the first chance she gets!

Stupid Mom Moments

Just like there are 'blonde moments' and 'senior moments' I suffer from 'mom moments.'  A mom moment can be defined as kind of a moment of mental fatigue caused by too much stress caused by caring for children that in turn can cause you to do something really stupid. Here is a run-down of my stupidest mom moments that I have experienced in the last few weeks since I have had my fourth child. Mom Moment #1 – I went to the store and bought groceries. I brought the groceries out in the shopping cart and parked the shopping cart in the adjacent parking lot. As I was buckling the kids in another car pulled up and wanted to use the parking place. I was kind and moved my shopping cart out of the way. Then I got in the car and drove away leaving about $150 worth of groceries free for the taking in the parking lot. Luckily one of the store managers was around so by the time I remembered I was able to recover all of my groceries. Mom Moment #2 – I am a bit long sighted so to read medicine bottles I take my glasses off and shove them up on my head to read the fine print.  The other day after feeding my twins their daily dose of vitamins I spent hours looking for my classes, swearing and accusing every one in the family (including the dog and cat) of hiding them until I realized they were on top of my head. Mom Moment #3 – While trying to dress my daughter up in her outfit for pre-school the twins starting acting up. After I took care of them I quickly put on her coat and shoes, because we were in a big hurry. Once we got to school I realized she was the only girl there wearing only a tee-shirt and tights and no skirt. Mom Moment #4 – After a long evening of attending to colicky babies and a little girl having nightmares I discovered I had put my blow-dryer away in the kitchen drawer and my hand blender away in the bathroom vanity drawers. Mom Moment #5 – One day I was so sleep deprived that I forgot the names of my sister's kids and kept calling them the name of my own kids instead. This of course made me look incredibly thoughtless. Mom Moment #6 — The phone rang the other day and instead of saying 'Hello, how are you?'  I said 'How are woo?'  After so many days of talking only to people less than six years old, I forgot how to speak English. Mom Moment #7 – When my husband tapped me on the shoulder the other night inquiring gently if there was any sexual activity to be had I got mixed up and called him the name of my pediatrician.  Thank goodness he is not the suspicious type. One day I will get more than three hours of sleep in a row and all this nonsense will stop.Â