When my grandson was born, I promised myself I wouldn’t become one of those mothers-in-law.
You know the type.
The ones who show up without calling.
Tell the new mother how to hold the baby.
Act offended if she doesn’t hand him over the second you walk through the door.
I didn’t want to be that woman.
My son, Grant, and his wife, Paige, had waited a long time for this baby.
Their son, Owen, was their first child and my first grandchild.