I never thought I’d be that mother-in-law. The one left in the hallway while everyone else gets ushered in with smiles and hugs. But last week, I sat in a vinyl chair for nearly two hours, clutching a gift bag that suddenly felt completely ridiculous. My son, Elias (30), and his wife Maren (28) just had their first baby. A little girl. I was over the moon. I crocheted a blanket, bought the exact baby swing from their registry, even skipped a work conference just to be there the day she was born. Elias texted me around 5 a.m.—”She’s here....
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