This past spring my mom and step-dad and I took Noah and drove up to Ball Ground, Georgia to see Gibbs Garden, which I had read about in Southern Living.
We had a great time walking around the garden and Noah had a blast running everywhere he went. He still wasn’t super sturdy then, so he took a few spills, but he’s a tough little guy so there were minimal tears shed.
Our intention was to see all the daffodils in bloom. Unfortunately, since spring came so early this year the majority had already bloomed, but regardless it was beautiful. Next year I’m going to time it right and hopefully get some awesome pictures of Noah and Bryce.
While walking around at one point I got tired, I was still in my first trimester then, and decided to sit on a bench while my parents took Noah for a stroll around one of the ponds. There was a group of ladies nearby and I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation. There were 2 or 3 of them who looked to be in their early 50s and what I assumed was their mother who had to be pushing near 90. They were talking about children and babies and life when the elderly woman decided to explain to the group how some women ended up with three kids. Naturally I was intrigued and started paying closer attention, not wanting to miss this.
She explained, “You have your first baby because you’re in love.” I thought yep, that makes perfect since. We were so excited to start a family after getting married that I was pregnant before our first anniversary. I swear that whole first year is rose colored in my memories. 🙂
Then the older woman went on to add, “The second one just happens.” I laughed lightly to myself. She hit the nail right on the head. I am due in four weeks and I’m still not sure how in the world I am about to have my second child. I remember telling my OB at my first appointment, “I have no idea how this happened”. She asked if we needed to go over “all of that” again, ha ha ha.
Then the matriarch finished with, “You have the third one because you are too stupid to know any better.” My mouth practically dropped open when she said this. What I’m assuming were her daughters, all gasped and there was a chorus of “Mama, hush” that rang out. The old woman just laughed though and said “Well it’s true.”
I had to cover my mouth at that point to keep from laughing out loud. Mind you, I wasn’t necessarily laughing at what she said, because I know lots of ladies with three babies and I wouldn’t call them stupid. I was laughing at the old woman. I can’t wait until I get old enough that I can say whatever I want and everyone else be damned. LOL! Some might say that I already do that a little, but trust me, it could be so much worse.
Hope everyone has a wonderful Tuesday!!
Please, please, please share some of your filter-less elderly stories in the comments below. I know you have them and they are my favorite kind of stories! I have about a million from my grandmothers and great grandmothers.