Who knew that waiting to become a grandmother was going to be SUCH a burden on me.
Who knew?
Take yesterday, for example.
It is necessary, in the game of waiting for babies, to create pleasant diversions. It was my duty, practically speaking, to take The Belly our for sunny strolls, to eat ice cream together, go to adorable little shops along the waterfront.
It's my job!
Who, I ask, is going to volunteer to take on these burdens, if not me?
Motherhood is a life of sacrifice, well after the difficult years of babyhood are over.
Oh, sure, I get to wear whatever I want, sleep without interruption and not have swollen ankles. But I did take time out of my daily routine (laundry, educating the children, dishes, meals, book writing...not necessarily in order of importance or nutritional value) to, what?
Look after the needs of another.
Well, she can't eat ice cream ALONE in her condition, now, can she?
Take yesterday, for example.
It is necessary, in the game of waiting for babies, to create pleasant diversions. It was my duty, practically speaking, to take The Belly our for sunny strolls, to eat ice cream together, go to adorable little shops along the waterfront.
It's my job!
Who, I ask, is going to volunteer to take on these burdens, if not me?
Motherhood is a life of sacrifice, well after the difficult years of babyhood are over.
Oh, sure, I get to wear whatever I want, sleep without interruption and not have swollen ankles. But I did take time out of my daily routine (laundry, educating the children, dishes, meals, book writing...not necessarily in order of importance or nutritional value) to, what?
Look after the needs of another.
Well, she can't eat ice cream ALONE in her condition, now, can she?