We recently held a baby shower for a friend, and almost everyone in the group had never participated in one. I was the only non-millenial then. Our own future mother was laughing as she didn’t know what to expect at a baby shower. Gender reveal is what they already know about, and what they actually held weeks earlier. The future father laughingly referred to it as baby bash.

When he mentioned Baby Bash, the rest started laughing. And there I laughed, just because everyone else was laughing as well. Of course, I went to Google and checked out baby bash. It’s a habit I have picked up after being around millenials regularly. And as always, I discover another artist I have never been familiar with. Not that these artists are not popular or anything like that. I’m an 80’s kid at heart.

After that event I realized more and more that generations will always have differences. Terminology will not always be the same. We will not always agree. Differences will arise. Misunderstandings are likely going to occur. And yet, these don’t need to separate us. They could just be matters of fact that we deal with in relating with one another. Or they could be learning moments, or even laughing matters for both generations. Either way, we always try to find common ground and take it from there.

In that event, we found our common denominators.

Relationship. We were all there because we are part of the same small group that meets every week. And in the time we have been meeting regularly, friendships were birthed that were borne out of studying together, praying for one another, and standing with one another in life’s challenging moments. It was a given that we could share and do life together.

Vision. We were there because our friend, Camille, is about to give birth and we wanted to be a blessing. Everyone came not because we had everything common, but because we all wanted to support Camille and bless her. Vision will cause different generations to work together. We always need to have a vision that’s bigger than ourselves. Only then can we rise above our differences.

That event was short and sweet. Was it a baby shower or a baby bash? I guess it doesn’t matter. Mission accomplished. We blessed Camille, learned from one another, and we had fun doing so.