Before I write about the little old ladies can I just say how amazed I am that I can take a picture on my phone and come home and share it with the world? Seriously, it still blows my mind. I remember all too well my little camera with the 110 film that I would put in the mail and weeks later it would come back developed. And I'm using my phone camera because I left my Nikon on the Vineyard. I'm not psyched about that since we're going skiing. What are you gonna do?
Anyway, the little old ladies in the grocery store. I swear I attract them like flies. It's not a bad thing..I love it actually. I love talking to them in the grocery store about Griffy and how fast time flies and before I know it he'll be all grown up. As the mother of an almost 16 year old..I know this all too well.
Today at the deli counter an older woman started talking to me and Griffy...how she missed those days with a little one in tow. She told me she had 6 boys and 2 girls. That right there made me want to sit at a coffee shop with her over a cup of Earl Grey and chat with her. We talked for a while...she asking me how many children I had. Me saying ONLY 4 compared to her 8..but how I still yearn for another....and that I'll probably always feel like that. She came right out and asked me how old I was. I was totally not offended....I've never really understood why that is such a touchy subject with women. I'm not thrilled I'm turning FORTY THREE next month but I'm not hiding it either. Anyway, she was very sweet and said she had her last at 42 and that there is 20 years between the oldest and youngest. She also told me how close they all are.
So as we were parting ways at the fish counter she told me I'll always regret not having another.
You never regret having a baby...You just regret not having another baby.
P.S....do you see the hula hoop way off by the bread in the first picture? Griffy carried that around the whole time we shopped. :)