A few weeks ago, I was attending the bridal shower for my niece. When I told my 6 year old daughter I was going to Katie’s shower, her eyes widened. “MOM, what about her (her voice then drops to a whisper as she cups her hand to her mouth) privacy?”
Sitting next to me was my SIL, Trish. We were at the gift opening portion of the festivities. The Bride-To-Be took great care not to break any ribbons. You know the old wives tale, for each ribbon that you break, that’s how many children you will have.
No one told me about that old wives tale. Because at my shower, I tore into each gift with all the excitement of a 6 year old at Christmas. If the tale held true, I would have 18 children. And live in a shoe.
Another interesting tradition is that as each gift is opened, it is then passed around for each shower guest to admire. Or in my case, covet. Trish and I lingered over each piece of cookware, and paid extra special attention to anything Pampered Chef in nature.
Trish sighed and said, “I want new stuff.” After 10 years of marriage and three children each, our cookware has seen better days. We reminded one another what it was like to “register” for new stuff before our respective weddings. What a thrill to point the gun at whatever our little bridal hearts desired, procure the typed list, and presto, have it appear beautifully wrapped, and in mint condition.
Dutifully, we handed the gifts back to the bride-to-be. It could have been such an ugly scene if she had to wrestle the pizza stone away from us. Even if we are related to the bride-to-be, everyone there knew we wouldn’t be above such inappropriate behavior.
And then in a flash of brilliance, which she’s known to have after a glass of Merlot, Trish had an idea. “Why not? Why can’t we go register for gifts. How fun would that be?” I began tracking with her. “YES! We register for things we really want, and give the lists to our husbands. Who are always asking what we want anyway.”
I have yet to complete my list. But, Trish ran with the idea and registered at Wal Mart and Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Just the other day, her husband asked her what she wanted for her birthday. “Funny you should ask,” she said as she whipped out the file.
And now, with list in hand, he can purchase gifts for his wife year round. Gifts that she really wants. Because really, how many pairs of fuzzy house slippers does one need? (I’m using the example of the gifts my father gave my mother on this one.) This can encompass “Happy Birthday”, “Merry Christmas”, “I Love You and It’s Valentines Day”, “Happy Anniversary”, and “Thanks For Birthing All Of My Children.” Oh, and don’t forget the occasional, “I’m Sorry, I Was Wrong Again” gift.
So, that’s my Works For Me Wednesday tip this week. An “I Wish, I Wish” list for the mommy. I’m getting started on mine, because I’ve been a very very good girl this year.
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