This summer our family has
been introduced to a new kind of party;
the "Gender Reveal" party. For people who are not aware, this
is a new trend in which a pregnant couple,
who are planning to learn the gender of their child prior to delivery, have a party and learn the gender at the same
time as their guests.
We have attended two gender reveal parties this summer
and our children came along to both for a
backyard afternoon style affair. Upon entry to both parties guest were
encouraged to choose what they thought, boy
or girl, and either wear their choice or
cast a vote. Of course our girls hoped for girls both times. At
both of these parties the soon to be mom
& dad learned if they were having a boy or a girl from cutting into a cake
and discovering pink (at one it was actually
yellow as it went with the girl décor better) or blue.
At one party our girls'
wish came true and the inside of the cake indicated it was a baby girl inside
the soon to be mommy's tummy. They were elated and felt as though they
had won something for being right. At
the other party the baby was determined to be a boy and this is when the
questions started.
A few months back I learned that I was going to be an
aunt and I couldn't have been more elated by
the news. Soon after, the mommy to be asked me if I had told my girls that they
were going to have a new cousin to which I replied,
"no, I assumed you didn't want everyone in the world to know".
Not taking my head seriously the mommy to be laughed and shared the news with
my little ones.
After that my oldest went around sharing this with
everyone she spoke to
"My baby (referring to her little sister) is getting
too big. So they are growing me a new one, but I have to wait until
Christmas to see it".
As her mother I was given some sideways looks and some
congratulations until I could explain that I was not expecting but instead her
aunt. Thankfully now the news is out and those awkward moments have
passed; however, the gender reveal parties have struck a whole new kind of
awkward.
I believe being
incorrect on the baby's gender sent her to a
very thought provoking place and she asked
my husband "how does the baby get out of the tummy"? My husband
side stepped around this question and gave me a heads up that I would be
handling that one.
After some consideration I decided I would just answer
the question directly and not make it a very big deal. A few days later
she came and asked me the same question "how does the baby get out of the
tummy"? I looked at her and said very casually "well women's
private parts are called their vagina and that is where
the baby comes out". She looked strangely at me and said "oh
mommy that's so silly", and walked away. At this point I kind of
thought we were in the clear until a couple more days passed.
Now this is our four year olds new favourite game.
First she stuffs a baby doll up her shirt and says "I have a baby in my
tummy", followed by "oh, it's coming out of my privates" and
finally "now I have to cut the cake and see what it is; it's a girl"!
Hopefully this game ends before school starts!
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