I was planning to post a fun entry about cute lettering and print design but I just have to tell someone about the conversation I’ve just been having.
Glenn went back to the office for a while tonight and Dad went to pick someone up at the airport (Al’s Airport Services, ha ha) so Mom and I have been sitting here waiting for them to come home. Here’s what our conversation sounded like…
Mom: Did you know him?
Me: Know who?
Me: No, I’m happy to answer, who are you talking about?
Mom: Oh, Honey, what happened to your…
Me: To my?
Mom: Well did you?
Mom: mumble mumble
Me: I’m sorry, what?
Mom: What did you say?
Me: I asked what you said!
Both: laugh hysterically
Mom: Are you having a boy or a girl?
Me: I’m not having a baby.
Mom: Oh, you’re not?
Me: Nope, I can’t have babies.
Mom: (completely shocked and sad) Oh can’t you?
Me: (trying to avoid the fresh sadness that she is feeling and feeling kind of sick myself) Maybe you’re thinking about the girl across the street. I think she’s expecting.
I don’t have any insight or wise take away. Wish I did. Wish there was some kind of meaning in all of this. And I’m looking for it but so far it just seems hard. So here’s what I’ve got: let’s live our lives, you and me, so that if our minds somehow betray us some day, we are quick to laugh and generous with our compassion, just like my mom.