Shoved to Them
My sweet mother-in-law called me last week to update us on their upcoming move. (We’re all moving this summer. Us to Dallas, them to Kentucky.) Then after a pause, she asked:
MIL : “I just wanted to know if you have plans for the 4th of July?”
me: “Not yet. Why?”
MIL: “We’ll be driving home that weekend after house hunting and would love to see you, the children, and the new house.”
me: “You know…if you stay through the 5th you can come with us to the ultasound and find out if #7 is a boy or girl when we do. Want a sneak peek at your newest grandchild?”
MIL : paused for a moment, then “Will I be able to figure out what I’m seeing? You always send me these ultrasound pictures and I’ll admit that I never see in them what you say is in them. I look and look, but I just can’t see it. I keep them all and label them with the children’s names, because those are my babies and I love them and that you send the photos….but will it make more sense to see it in motion?”
me: laughing “I think so. You haven’t understood any of them. Even the ones we’ve explained in person?”
MIL: “No, dear, but that’s okay. I believe you that that’s my baby somewhere in the blob and love that you try.”
I love her. I love that she keeps the pictures of blobs she doesn’t recognize, labels and treasures them because somewhere on that black and white graininess is a baby she adores.
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