Every April Fool’s for about 10 years, I call or text both of my kids and do the same dumb joke every year: “I’m pregnant!” The first few years, they fell for it. And for a couple of years after that, my daughter still did. My son was more astute or cynical, however, and quit believing it. Now it’s become a sort of family joke that I do this every April’s Fools day. This year, my daughter almost believed it again. She was having a tough week at work and replied to my text with, “My week just keeps getting better and better.” She was being sarcastic, of course. Then she texted me back, “And by the way, I know it’s April 1st.” Ha. Well, honestly, when your kids get older, you may start wondering if it’s too late to have another baby. Reading this heartwarming fictional story below may make some moms wonder if they made a mistake by not having another little one. Enjoy this sweet story.
My friend Debbie’s two daughters were in high school when she experienced severe flu-like symptoms. Debbie visited her family doctor, who told her the flu bug had passed her by. Instead, she had been touched by the “love bug” and was now pregnant.
The birth of Tommy, a healthy, beautiful son, was an event for celebration, and as time went by, it seemed as though every day brought another reason to celebrate the gift of Tommy’s life. He was sweet, thoughtful, fun-loving and a joy to be around.
One day when Tommy was about six years old, he and Debbie were driving to the neighborhood mall. As is the way with children, out of nowhere, Tommy asked, “Mommy, how old were you when I was born?”
“Thirty-six, Tommy. Why?” Debbie asked, wondering what his little mind was contemplating.
“What a shame!” Tommy responded.
“What do you mean?” Debbie inquired, more than a little puzzled.
Looking at her with love-filled eyes, Tommy said, “Just think of all those years we didn’t know each other.”
