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It’s finally Saturday but instead of sleeping in, I’m being harassed by my phone because my mother won’t stop calling me. Most people would be alarmed if their mother was calling nonstop, but I know that whatever Maria wants, it can wait. I’m almost certain that idiot brother of mine told her that I’m going to be seeing Davinder today, and she’s just being nosey. I haven’t heard from her in a couple days, but all of a sudden, she’s ringing my phone off the hook. It’s barely 7:30 a.m., so there is no reason for her to be contacting me with such vigor, but I might as well get this phone call over with.
Hello, Mother. Do you know what time it is?
“Good morning, my dearest Evening. I didn’t wake you. Did I?”
Of course not, Mom. I was up. I just couldn’t get to my phone any of the 4 previous times you called this morning.
“It’s almost 8 o’clock. You should have been up an hour and a half ago. I heard from a certain someone that I’m going to be meeting my granddaughter today!”
Wait…What? You’re not meeting her today, Mom.
“Nonsense. I certainly am. Just tell me when and where to be and I’ll be there.”
Mom, no… I’m not doing this with you today. It’s too early for you to meet Davinder. She has no clue that I’m her mother, and I know you’re going to be all giddy and weird when you meet her. I can’t risk it.
“You absolutely must let me meet her today, Evening. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ve been waiting almost 40 years for this moment. Please!
First of all, I still have several years left before I turn 40. Secondly, I can’t ambush them like that.
“Why not? Have you forgotten all of the illegal activity that led to this particular situation? I’m all for making sure everyone is comfortable, but due to circumstances beyond your control, that’s not really possible, Evening.”
It is possible, Mom. I can’t do that to Davi. I won’t put her in the position of having some strange older woman crying and fawning all over her, and insisting she call her Gamma. Maybe if you were a little less intense, but, that’s not really who you are as a person. Also, she is amazing and I know you won’t be able to help yourself. I could barely contain myself when I met her the other day.
“How do you see this playing out, Evening? I don’t know what kind of scenario you’ve envisioned where the truth is not going to be awkward, and hard for a 4-year-old to process. It honestly won’t matter if you tell her today, or 2 months from now. There’s nothing you can do to make this normal.”
You’re right Mom, I can’t make this normal, but I can make it less awkward. Just give me a little time. I’d like Davinder to get used to me being her Mother before I spring a Grandma on her.
“Well, when are you going to tell her you’re her Mother?”
I’m not sure yet. I’ll have to talk with Vincent and we’ll figure out the best way to do it.
“Oh, I see you’re on a first name basis with the scoundrel.”
There’s no need for name calling, Mom. And, without him you wouldn’t be a Grandma.
“Well, I don’t feel like a Grandma since you won’t even let me meet Davinder.”
Alright, I’ve heard enough. I promise I will tell her who I am soon, so you can meet her. Just be patient!
“You’re asking a lot of me right now, but I suppose I have no choice but to go along with this long, drawn out plan of yours.”
You’ve been waiting almost 40 years. What’s a few more months?
“MONTHS?! I can’t wait that long. I’ll give you maybe 2 weeks. That’s plenty of time for you and Victor…”
“Whatever. 2 weeks is more than enough time. Make sure you send me pics of Davinder today. I have to show her off to my friends, and unsuspecting strangers in the stores.”
I’ll send you pics later. Have a great day, Mom. I’m going back to sleep.