I think my mom is a wise enough woman to have figured out that her prodigy will not be procreating.
She's never made any of us feel guilty for this and I suppose that's a good thing since she has two unmarried children in their mid twenties, an unmarried in the last year of her second decade and an early-thirty just a year and a half into his first marriage.
That first marriage comment is a joke.
So I'm pretty sure all the love a woman has miraculously saved up to bestow upon her grandchildren after ruining her life raising her own children, my mother is using in full right now on a 3.6 pound bundle of joy.
For your viewing pleasure, photos my mother sends me, my siblings and their significant others while sitting for my small one:
Yes, she's inside of Wendy's
|Yes, she's sitting in a highchair. Yes, I'm pretty sure all of this is against the rules|
Edie with her doppelganger statuette in my Mom's laundry room/ gym
Looking a little uncomfortable about it
|It's best if you imagine this regal portrait as one of those weird double-exposure|