The Day My Clock Stopped Ticking

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That is the sound of my biological clock. Loud isn’t it? Imagine how loud it was in my head…. Yea, pretty deafening to say the least.

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June 27, 2005 it calmed down some. Not a lot but some. All because the children I bore were both male. And I had requested a girl. Don’t get me wrong, I love these guys like you wouldn’t believe, but remind me again why I couldn’t have a girl? Granted, I am pretty sure NOW that I do not want someone else in my house PMSing with me but 6 years ago, yea I wanted to comb hair and by lace and ruffles.

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August 22, 2011 I started keeping my grandson (yea, that’s another post) full time while his mother (my daughter, and another story) goes to school. I mean, I’m home anyway why not help out this young lady trying to do the right thing for her and her child. I mean, underneath all of this rough, sarcastic exterior is a sarcastic mother with a heart.

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This little boy is sweeter than Southern Sweet Tea and pound cake on a Sunday after church. And I love him to pieces. Lord knows I do……howsumever……

My longing for a girl has ceased to exist.

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My longing for more children has ended.

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My biological clock has removed its own batteries.

It has ticked its last tock.

I now understand how my mother feels when my kids come to visit. And then go home.

I love spending my days with him, and being a blessing to his mother.

But I have forgotten toys, bottles, wipes, food….but never the baby or his car seat.

The 11 year gap between Senior and The Clones has rendered barren and all I can do now is enjoy this new found happiness in grandmotherhood (I said we would discuss this later).

And the best thing about it is……I have a new reason to drink wine.

Every.

Day.