We drove to the other side of the state to gather with some family at the JB’s for a good meal and an egg hunt. The JB’s home is always warm, friendly, and fun. Good conversation. Excellent eats.
I was feeling over-the-edge-mom-tired. But still excited to see everyone. Maya was ready to explore the surroundings. The meal was tasty. As is typical, I missed much of the conversation. In between mincing food for Maya, I tried fueling myself. I eat rapidly as a Mom — knowing that my daughter will soon call it quits and we’ll clean up and go mobile again.
The rest of the family gathering was oddly segregated. I didn’t expect it. While I “walked” around with Maya — she grips my fingers and does loops in and out of rooms, up and down hallways — the women congregated in the living room and the men wandered over to the TV. Maybe my bias is obvious when I say they tuned in to an insignificant golf event. (I know it was unimportant because I asked.)
The truth is I needed some good girl talk. But maybe I got two minutes while Maya napped. I wondered whether bringing a baby into a family gathering splits the sexes? Do the men presume we ladies will talk about child rearing details? Do the women push the men and their beers into the other room? Maybe the holiday would have split the group regardless? But I’ve never noticed this before at the JB’s.
Maybe I’ll catch up on some zzz’s and forget about it.
