Last year Granny called to wish her a happy birthday and then went on a tangent about how, when she found out she was pregnant with my mother, she was so incredibly disappointed.
"I didn't want you." Granny said.
Now I know what you're thinking, that Granny then went into an extended riff about how my mom turned out to be a blessing, a joy, that her moment of despair was tempered by the reality of having this precious child come into her life.
Yeah, that never happened. In fact, she repeated the story to my mom two or three more times in the following weeks.
No matter what, my mom came along, which of course led to me coming along. I'm sure there were times she felt she shouldn't have bothered. Lord knows I have mornings where I feel she shouldn't have bothered.
Happy Birthday to Mom, the world's coolest, most unwanted baby!