On Monday November 18, 2002 at 8:30 AM I walked into work, put my things down and started taking my voice mail messages. I only had one and it was my son, Steve. He never wastes time on pleasantries, but instead gets right to the point: "Mom, as soon as you get this message call me." And being the good Mother that I am I did what I was told.
He picked up on the first ring. "Hey, what's up?" I asked unassuming.
"Can't you even say hi?" he asked with a smile in his voice.
"Hi. Now what's up?" I asked trying to hide my slight irritation that he'd call me at work and then expect me to play silly games with him.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Nothing, but you called me and left me a message to call you. So what is it?" I asked carefully. I knew Steve's MO well after 32 years. He was building up to something - something that he was having difficulty telling me.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that you are going to be a Grandmother."
"What are you talking about?" I tiptoed into the question.
"Danelle is pregnant and you are going to be a Grandmother!" The smile had returned to his voice. I could just see him in my mind's eye standing on the other end of the phone blinking those baby blues.
There was a long pause as time seemed to stand still. I was trying to process what I heard but my brain wasn't functioning.
"Well?" Steve asked.
"Ah, I don't know what to say." I mumbled into the phone.
"Well that's not exactly the reaction I'd expected." he said, apprehensively.
"I'm not sure what to say. This is such a surprise. Danelle is pregnant?" I was questioning my hearing.
"That's usually how babies come into this world." he said impishly.
"I have to think about this for a while. Can I call you back?" I asked.
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