Like most of my friends, I’ve spent roughly the past 15 years in the “marriage and baby” phase of life. It was actually a little tiresome. Showers, gifts, pretending to care about which shade of white the flower girl should wear. Don’t look at me like that, you know you’ve sat through those conversations. God help you, if you’ve been to a baby shower with a recent birther talking to a soon-to-be birther. There is just no reason to say the word “placenta” while I’m trying to eat cake.
The one thing you could count on: somebody was happy. Either the bride, the mother of the bride or the expectant grandmother took her place in a chair at the front of the room absolutely beaming with joy.
Not sure when it happened, but I seem to have crossed a threshold. We now appear to be in the “death and divorce” phase. This past week, I found out about three couples splitting up and my extended family faced the pain of suicide. No one is having a good time. As much as I thought I would snap if I ever heard “Cannon in D” again, I’d take a reading of 1 Corinthians 13 any day over this.
There’s not really anything to do about it all. Just try be a comfort when possible, a friend when needed and a neutral party when asked. In the mean time, I’m going back to some happy music in my head. I don’t really think I can dance my way out of this phase, but maybe I can dance my way through it.