In her own hands

Kay makes no bones about it...she wants grandchildren. This has been her goal, I'd say since before she had children. Apparently, grandkids are the cat's meow. I've heard about this desire for years. She bought books for her unborn grandbabies whenI was in elementary school. She has names picked out for her and Bob.

It doesn't help matters that her daughter is not much of a dater. Her biggest fear is that I won't settle down and have children so she can be called Nanny...that's right. After an encounter with a disobedient child and his unobservant and ignorant parents, I was asked, "You don't like children, do you?" YES I LIKE CHILDREN! JUST NOT BAD ONES!!!

So on to the tipping point and where Kay took it over the line.

She has decided that there is a coach at MSU who is just so cute and sweet and SINGLE! GET IT, SARAH! She's mentioned him multiple times to me as if we've run into each other and decided not to date. (I live 5 hours away, what the crap?!?!?)

Kay and Bob came to visit their baby (me) this past weekend and we all hustled on down to West End and Vanderbilt Stadium to see the Bulldogs take on the Commodores. As we are walking to the alumni tailgate, Kay realizes that the team is going to be getting off the bus and walking in exactly where we are standing. So we huddle along other Bulldogs waiting for this. I begin to take pictures as the players and coaches descend from the bus. With camera to eye, I feel a tug at my shirt and hear a call of my name...."Sarah!" I pull the camera down and see a man who I've never met standing there with his hand out to meet me. "Sarah, this is xxxx." (Names are removed to protect the innocent.) "Hi, xxxx." I say, with an "I'm Sorry" look on my face. We are all laughing and then I realize, Kay planned this.

She knew exactly what she was doing. And I've honestly got to give her props for this. It wasn't a long, drawn-out conniving but it was a good effort.

It wasn't for a few minutes that I could formulate into words my thoughts. I do remember saying to her once we got to the tailgate, "How about you not do that anymore?"

Do I think she'll listen? No. Her desire is too strong. Do I think she means well? Yes, of course. This does put me in overdrive though...I have to find a boyfriend/husband before my mother does.

(I realize that I have created elaborate characterizations of Kay and Bob. They really are awesome people and I hope you have the distinct honor of meeting them and calling them your friends. They love their family more than life itself and I love them. I hope that fact is never lost in the stories I tell about them.)