I am not going to get all philosophical here, but let me just say that after meeting with my daughter, granddaughter and her husband on the parking lot of the doctor's office, I know that love conquers all.
When they handed me the ultrasound picture with "Hi Grandma" typed on top, I squealed, hugged them and ran up to the first woman I saw and shoved the picture at her, tapped it and said, "This is my first great-grandchild!"
She nodded, half-smiled, said, "Oh," and kept walking.
Yes, there are crazies in this world, and yesterday I appeared to be one of them.
Even in the worst crises, life goes on. Here is my granddaughter's "tadpole."
On my way home I thought about how happy my mother would be. Ashley was her first great grandchild, and to say she was obsessed with her would be an understatement. I'm sure she's rejoicing in heaven.
I gazed at a snapshot of my maternal great-grandmother. She used to allow my mom (when she was a little girl) to comb out her curls after just coming from the beauty salon. My mom's mom would reprimand her, but my mom's grandmother would say, "You leave her alone. I don't mind at all."
That act of selflessness made all the difference to my mother in her life. She often said she felt more love from her grandma than anyone. Ever.
I picked up my great grandma's photo and placed the ultra sound picture next to it. "Meet your great-great-great-great grandbaby, Wally."
The doctor said the baby has a very strong heartbeat, so the parents are convinced it's a boy, whose name (this month) is Wyatt William. They will know the gender for sure in one month. Times have sure changed. She can dye her hair and paint the nursery, all no-nos when I was PG.
Ashley is 8 1/2 weeks along; her due date is, June 27th. It would be incredible if she delivered on my mom's birthday, June 21st or on her mom's birthday June 24th, or mine, or her husband's or any of the other eight June birthdays in our family.