From the bottom of my heart, I would like to thank all of those who have reached out with genuine good wishes upon the birth of Gd #1. For those of you who still don’t like me and didn’t reach out, that is ok too, as long as you keep reading my column (because, in the end, it is still all about me). Simchas are wonderful and precious, and though I will be writing about the whole experience (with permission from my children, of course), I am still sensitive to the fact that there are still those who have not yet been blessed with various milestones in their lives. To those of you in that situation, I pray that your prayers are all answered and that God blesses with you all that you wish for yourselves and your families, and I do not take any of this for granted.
And now on to the topic at hand. Girl clothes.
You would think that as a girl (well, at some point I was a girl, now I am not sure what I am — I identify as a woman, dress like a bag lady, and feel like an octogenarian) I would know about shopping for girl clothes. Many of you have told me about the joys of shopping for a baby girl, and how much fun it is going to be. Well, after three boys, I put my big girl pants on (literally) and headed for Buy Buy Baby.
I was very excited about my foray into the world of little girls. I had taken Dil #1 shopping in the past (which was a whole different experience, because I didn’t know that sizes could start with a zero — still don’t understand how that is humanly possible) so I thought I was somewhat prepared. I was not.
Flowers and bows and rainbows and tie-dyed and ruffles and pink and purple and unicorns — I felt a vasovagal episode coming on. Where were the baseballs? Where were the footballs? Where were the plaids and stripes and cute little man-suits in teeny tiny sizes? This was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. It brought me back to the first time my mother took me shopping for maternity clothes and told me how fun it was going to be because everything was going to fit. (It did not…what a surprise.)
And then you realize that your taste might not be your daughter-in-law’s taste. What happens if I pick out something that she doesn’t like? Will it be banished to the back of the closet? Will I get a “oh, that’s adorable” through gritted teeth? Will Gd #1 roll her eyes and say, “There is no way I am wearing that!” Do you think I am putting a little too much thought into this?
As I explained to Dil #1, I am easing into the whole thing. I bought a packet of bows that are supposed to go around her sweet little head and coordinate with a variety of colors, another outfit that had cute little elephants on it that came with a matching blanket that had an actual stuffed elephant on it (apparently animals are gender neutral) and I refrained from buying the onesie that said “Made in quarantine” on it. Now that was a challenge for me. And since she is a baby oreo, everything was modest and appropriate for a last-minute shidduch date. That was exhausting.
Of course the next day I took my mother to Nordstrom and for someone who hasn’t been shopping in over a year, it was like riding a bike (even though she doesn’t even know how to ride a bike).
As I write this, Husband #1 and I are on our way to visit with the little miracle and her miraculous parents, the car loaded with gifts, most of which are pink. I have never been more excited to sit in traffic. It’s all perspective, I guess. And for Husband #1 to not complain about the cost of the tolls, it must be a really worthwhile visit.
And that is all I got on my first baby-girl-clothes shopping experience. All advice and feedback are welcome.
Banji Ganchrow of Teaneck will write about what she and Husband #1 are being called next week and then she will resume to her normal sarcasm and negativity the following week. Now there is something to look forward to!