Medhus Family News
Okay, so there's usually no shortage of news in our family. Usually news that involves chaos, conflagrations, and catastrophes (like my alliteration?) But this tidbit of news made my jaw go slack and my heart screech to a (temporary) halt. My 21-year old daughter and her fiancé are having their first child...my grandbaby. I'm scared for her because I can hardly see her living in the real world without my constant direction and support, but then I'm also excited. My last two desktop wallpapers have been her ultrasound photos at 5 weeks and then 6 weeks. I worry constantly that she doesn't eat enough because she's stick thin, but my fears were realized with just one glance in her refrigerator. It was echoing-down-a-deep-well empty. Cobweb empty. Lonely empty. I heard crickets chirruping around a lone pack of Sweet 'n Low shrouded in a blanket of dust. So, like a woman with a momentous purpose, I sped to Kroger’s, bought $300 bucks worth of health foods and loaded her Honda with the goods for her to take home. Naturally we don't know whether the baby will be a boy or a girl, but Michelle hopes it's a boy. She lives in fear that she'll give birth to someone that is as wild and gray-hair-inducing as she was. Let's hope Karma doesn't rear its ugly head. I guess that's a mom's ultimate revenge...for their child to grow up to parent a difficult child of their own. Whatever she ends up with, I look forward to spoiling it rotten and, at the end of the day, handing it back to Michelle with a smug look that reads "ha, good luck with that, sucka."