When my mom told me that she wasn't going to pressure me about grandchildren, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I love children. Don't get me wrong. But the idea of having one run around my house. everyday. all the time. simply scares the you know what out of me. Our life is chaotic enough at this point. Add a child? Whoa. Turn that bus around. I think this conversation would be much better had in, say....five years.
So when my mom told me "no pressure" I knew that she and I were on the same page. We were grooving. What I didn't realize was, she hadn't finished her sentence. And then out came those words, I'll only pressure you to have a grandDAUGHTER.
Clearly we were not on the same page. Not even the same chapter. It's only a matter of time before my sister is arranging play dates with this little guy and my fictitious child.
