Mars and Venus

I stumbled across a hilarious observation since having a child and just had to share...

Beckett and I went to a regional meeting for the Montana Bowhunter's Association. We were the last ones to show up in a room of about 10 men. I walk around the room with the baby carrier in hand. Set him on the table, trying to keep him asleep. He promptly wakes up and gets fussy. Nobody in the room says boo about the baby, or me, or anything. They continue their conversation as if we aren't even there. We went into an adjacent room and he worked out his fussiness and I missed the entire meeting.
As the meeting came to a close, I heard one of the guys go outside and come back in. Everyone stood up and walked toward the object he brought in. I made my way around the crowd huddled around the object. I peeked through with my now sleeping baby over my shoulder and saw what all the fuss was about. A gigantic elk antler rack sat on the floor with a proud owner stabilizing it and smiling from ear to ear. The men asked questions so eagerly and listened so attentively to the answers. They discussed the length of time it took to haul the animal out of the woods, the length of the G2, the darkness of the bone, and the possibly ancestry to elk from Yellowstone Park.
As the men oogled the bones, I packed up my snuggly little newborn in his carrier and practically slipped out the door unnoticed. What a strange experience for a new mom.

More recently, my Mom and I were standing in her kitchen when Dad came in and told us that he had talked to Casey earlier in the day and Casey's brother and sister-in-law had their baby. Mom and I excitedly asked when, how, how big, you know, the usual questions. My Dad looked at us and said, "Uh, Kevin....something." and walked out of the kitchen. Mom and I looked at each other so dissatisfied. Mom then observed, "If she had shot an elk, we would know a whole lot more!" I laughed at this observation recalling my similar story and said, "Exactly! We would know where they were on the mountain, how many times it was shot, which way it ran, which call he used, how many times he threw up while gutting it..."
The differences hadn't seemed quite so evident to me before, but we really do see the world through a different lens!