Bye-Bye Baby

Hello everybody. I have something to say about sons who get married.

         Our family is heading to Los Angeles in a few days to attend the wedding of my Baby Boy to a perfectly lovely California girl. But I am feeling a little melancholy. He’s 38 years old and it’s time, but he’s still my Baby Boy. I feel like he’s abandoning me for another woman. I know, that’s stupid.

        I gave him my all. I taught him to walk and to talk and to read. I potty-trained him and made him get his homework in on time. His father and I were like hawks when it came to high school parties. He never gave us any trouble and he’s now a successful Hollywood talent manager representing directors and screenwriters. But he is still my Baby Boy.

        No one was more excited than I when he announced he was getting married to his long-time girlfriend. She’s a professional woman in the movie industry, has a great personality and she’s a knockout redhead. We have traveled and celebrated holidays with her. She fits in very well. What more could a mother want for her Baby Boy?

         The wedding, I’m sure, will be lovely. And I’ll be happy. But you know what would make me really happy?  For my Baby Boy and his wife to have some babies soon. This Grandma can’t wait for more baby boys and baby girls.

See you next time.