Mom … how do I say this?
They’re not stupid.
I am finally starting to talk about my tentative plan
in public … like in my real life. Have told select friends about the blog, and e
veryone is excited for us. It feels good to talk about something that is consuming my mind lately!
But … yes, there is a “but.”
I am scared to tell my mother.
There, I said it.
You see, throughout my life, she has always been telling me I’m too young for things. I wasn’t allowed to date until embarassingly late in my teens. She always told me I should be at least 28 before getting married, etc., etc.
When Darling Husband — well, Darling Boyfriend — proposed when I was 23, she was stunned. I mean, she was happy about it, but only relaxed after we promised a two-year engagement.
After we were married, Mom explained that if she had readily approved of a wedding at 25, we might have married at 21. So by insisting I was 28, I got married at 24 — which she agreed was actually a reasonable age.
She’s crafty, my mom.
So you can see why I’m a little worried about what she will think of our plan. I know she will be happy when it happens — like with our engagement — but until then, she will try to persuade me to wait.
I have been dropping hints, and I think she is purposely not responding to them — and not totally comfortable with the idea of her baby having a baby. And I feel like a total sneak for telling my friends before telling my own mother.
Perhaps I could get Darling Husband’s family to invite her into their baby-betting pool … and hope she doesn’t put her money on April 2015!