When my sisters emailed me about the need to start planning a baby shower for Kiwi, I told them no. “People don’t throw a shower for second babies,” I told them.
The idea of registering for things we didn’t need, playing games and opening a mountain of presents in front of guests—read, the usual baby shower—didn’t appeal.
Undeterred, my sisters convinced me by proposing a thoroughly unconventional baby shower (or sprinkle, as some folks call the more minimal baby showers).
A handful of friends joined us for black light pirate-themed putt-putt at Portland’s Glowing Greens. (Did you know about an awesome underground mini golf course in downtown Portland? Neither did I!) We made up pirate-y nicknames and golfed around yammering skeletons and glowing ghouls.
The event felt less like a baby shower and more like a laid-back chance to see some of the most important women I know before life is consumed, once again, by nonstop breastfeeding and diaper blowouts.
The rest of the weekend was filled with family time. Practically the whole crew came to Portland, and we made the most of the togetherness by eating BBQ, gardening at my brother’s new house, bonding with Peeper (before gives up her status as only granddaughter/niece!) and going through boxes of childhood memorabilia.
Yes, I was initially hesitant of the idea of a second baby shower. But I came to realize that a baby shower is more about friends and family celebrating our newest addition and welcoming a baby into the world. It’s about showing a mother that she is supported and loved and lifted up by her community as she undertakes the most important job in the universe.
I’m grateful, then, for my sisters’ persistence (and excellent taste in baby shower activities as well as glow stick accessories). We may have all the onesies and burp cloths and swaddling blankets we need, but our family could always use more love and support.