When I left off my last post, I was triumphing over “The Newlywed Game” with a delicious glass of Bathtub Punch.
Next up, the gifts. We moved the hot seat over to the “gift opening” area and it was time to open gifts. The most fun shower I ever attended was a display shower, all the gifts were unwrapped (or wrapped in clear plastic) and placed on tables for people to view if they liked, but most of the time was spent mingling and chatting. That’s the kind of shower I wanted to have, but I was overruled by Momma Crab. She felt like there would be enough guests who preferred a traditional shower where each gift would be acknowledged. So… I went about opening gifts.
I was really shocked at how anxiety producing it was. I am no stranger to being in front of crowds. I’ve performed in shows throughout my life and I’ve taught in classrooms from small discussion to large lecture hall. Being the center of attention has never really bothered me, but opening gifts at my shower nearly gave me a panic attack. It wasn’t that no one was paying attention, which I wouldn’t have minded, but that people were paying attention but not really engaging. So I would say, “ooooh! Cool! Casserole dishes from Aunt M” and everyone would just stare at me blankly.