This week I have been blown away by the thoughtfulness and generosity of my co-workers. A little background first: for the past 19 years I have been the office manager for a children’s dental practice. This can be a difficult position at times – being supervisor to an office full of women. It’s hard to be “friends” and at times it seems that I’m kind of alone. This Wednesday we were supposed to have a staff meeting. I spent most of the morning working on the agenda. We had run a little late with the last patients and I was still finishing up at the computer when the ladies started walking in with all kinds of hot dishes. I was a little surprised – sometimes we have a potluck for staff meeting, but this wasn’t one of those times. I asked, “Are we having a potluck? I didn’t bring anything.” At this they all started laughing and the doctor walked in with a big bouquet of flowers. He said, “We all want you to know how much we love you. This is a “Grandma’s Baby Shower!” To say I was astonished is an understatement!! It took me a half an hour to stop crying. And it was all the more special because I never had a baby shower. When my son was born we had just moved to Alaska and didn’t know anyone. So this was my first baby shower ever.

And what a shower it was! The gifts were actually for me, not the baby. All of the ladies had gotten together over the last few months and made a scrapbook for me. This is not just any old scrapbook either. It was coordinated by our head dental assistant’s daughter, who does this professionally. But everyone made their own pages with their own personalities reflected in them. One page has the subject “TGIF” (This Grandma is Terrific). There is a set of two pages with a beautiful green background overlaid with vellum with the word “grandmother” in many different languages, and a matching page with “grandfather”. There is a page dedicated to the relationship between babies and dogs (you know I love dogs and so do my son and daughter-in-law), another about bathtime and one entitled “Families are Knit Together With Love” with a tiny little garter stitch swatch knit with fingering yarn and toothpicks! I could go on and on. All I have to do is supply the pictures! I have often thought about making a scrapbook, but have wondered where I would find the time. I am still in a state of shock and can’t think about it without puddling up again. I don’t think I will ever feel unappreciated at work again. And despite the fact that this is not the most flattering picture in the world, here I am, tears and all:

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And here is Gracie (our head dental assistant’s granddaughter) in the sweater that I made for her. She is a little confused. First of all, she couldn’t understand why being happy made “Grandma Dorothy” cry, and secondly she thinks I am having the baby!

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And lest you think that all this emotional upheaval has made me completely useless, I have my double pointed needles and have made progress on the Wonderful Wallaby:

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More to come later – new lace and the Yarn Harlot’s book. I can’t put it down. Must go read more!

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  1. I just lost the first commnet I was writing so I’ll try a do-over. I’ve always worked in women’s offices and like you, have experienced the negative and the postitive. It felt so good when my husband received beautiful flowers in the hospital from my office way before his office of men sent anything.
    Li

  2. Oh now I’m all teary, too. I never had a shower either so I can just imagine how you felt. (I think I’ll through my own shower should I ever be so fortunate to become a grandma. Thank you for sharing. I’m sure enjoying your archives.

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