Mary finally has real birth announcements!
Why, after a year of forgetting, would I even bother?
First, see my last post.
Next, let me try to explain. We parents can't care about everything. So there are some things we decide to care about, and other things we don't bother with. I, for one, have made the conscious decisions not to care about regular professional portraits, organic snacks, or that David's new church shoes are sneakers. I also, apparently, have chosen not to care about whether or not my babies sleep in their cribs, although I prefer to blame this on them, rather than attribute it to some decision I made. But one thing I decided I definitely do care about is birth announcements. I'm not sure why, although it probably has something to do with the whole envelope and postage stamp formality of it. (Yes, I am still adjusting to email, and, no, I was not born in 1937.) Plus, now I know what to put on the first page of Mary's baby book.
But the reason why birth announcements are important doesn't matter. What matters is that ages ago I decided they are important, and I'm stubbornly sticking with my commitment no matter how irrational it seems . . . even if it means the announcements are a year late.
By the way, don't expect to get one in the mail any time soon. I doubt I'll get around to mailing them until Mary's second birthday. And, since they are so late, I ordered the minimum amount, just enough to assuage some of that Second-Child-Neglect-Guilt. So if you never get one, it only means you're not Mary's grandma.
I know that in the long run the birth announcements will matter about as much as David's New Balance church shoes. But today they make me happy.
