Back when I was teaching high school, I conceived my firstborn son. It was a bit of a bittersweet event for me, as it meant an early retirement from the classroom I’d come to love so much.
It also meant that when I shared the news with our school’s principal, I was as apologetic as I was thrilled.
Guilt, throb throb. That’s me.
The principal, though, was a stellar man.* He couldn’t have been happier to hear we were expecting, and he—or rather, the female teachers on his staff—promptly organized my first baby shower.
It was to be my only baby shower ever.
That is, until two weeks ago.
When my friend Tina told me that she wanted to host a shower for me, the first thing I thought was, “I’m not worthy.” (It’s a therapy thing.) The second thing I thought was, “Could she be sweeter?”
No, she could not.
This is my friend, Tina.
Isn’t she cute?
She is also practically perfect in every way—the happy (but sickening) result of her being the oldest child and a born natural at all things organizational.
(And I’m teasing her with that “sickening” remark. She’s used to it; she’s seen my cupboards.)
There are many, many reasons why I love my friend, Tina. She is selfless, kind, and very faithful. She also throws one heck of a good party.
This is my friend, Ruth Ann.
Isn’t she cute? She, too, is practically perfect in every way, having made the amazingly beautiful and incredibly delicious cake pictured in these photos.
(Do you see a trend among my friends here? “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” I always say.)
Ruth Ann and her husband have agreed to be our baby’s godparents. We were blessed beyond belief when they said yes, because this means having an amazing cake for all our baby’s big events.
These are my friends Andrea and Christine.
Aren’t they cute? They are fellow homeschooling moms from the co-op and are, in general, amazing women. (See previous reference to the trend among my friendships.)
As part of her baby shower gift to me, Andrea gave me a copy of a beautiful novena to St. Raymond Nonnatus. “It made all the difference in the peaceful birth of my little girl,” Andrea assured me, and I had to agree that her little girl (pictured above) does indeed seem destined to be as perfect as her mother and her mother’s friends.
And then Andrea went on to share the story of her baby’s birth with the rest of the women at the shower. Evidently, the labor progressed so very fast and painlessly that Andrea and her husband didn’t have time to get to the hospital.
They did, however, manage to make it to the fire department, and had their baby there in the lobby.
“You know what?” I said, passing the novena back to Andrea. “You can probably just keep this.”
(In truth I have been praying the novena since I received it.)
All in all, I couldn’t have asked for a happier night with a nicer group of women. I don’t know about you, but it is hard for me to attend events for me. “Really?” I’m thinking incredulously. “You’d actually give up a Friday night for me?”
Even Erin—little Erin, pictured above with the curly hair and glasses—showed up, and this on the eve of her first 5K!
I was impressed.
Sickened, but impressed. ; )
There is only one thing I would have done different, and you’d do well to heed my advice. Should you ever decide to have a group photo taken, and you yourself are 37 weeks’ pregnant…
Please don’t have the photographer take a worm eye’s view. Have him stand well above you, perhaps from a distance of 50 feet.
Oh, and do not—I repeat, do not—stand next to your tall friend Tina.
I look at least half a foot shorter than I do in real life…
two three pounds heavier.
All for the Greater Glory of God,
*My former principal has since passed away from cancer. May his beautiful soul rest in peace.