No, I am not looking to buy a baby. I just got invited to my first baby shower. Ack. Just the “my first baby” part of the sentence freaks me out. Don’t get me wrong. I looove babies. Love, love, lurve them. I especially love the idea of other people’s babies because a) I don’t have to raise them, b) they are usually giggly and happy to see me because all I can do is act like a moron for them, and c) I am completely oblivious to the woes of being a parent. I totally get the idea that one of the many reasons couples decide to have children is to raise a family and spread all of their love and joy. But then I think about what my parents went through raising me and my sisters. While it was mostly loving, I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for them to start living their lives for other people, people a lot smaller and weaker.
But a friend of mine is having her first child, a little girl, and I am sure she is going to be one of the most loved little girls in the world of screaming infants. And I can already tell by the cute baby shower invitations that she is going to be a chic little baby with cute baby things all over the place like cute clothes, cute diapers, and cute baby gadgets for mommies. Continue reading