I have been going over this in my head — how I want to write about telling my parents. Finally, I decided that it was going to be in the manner that I have always wanted my posts here to be: honest and direct. So, here goes.
I started off by telling them happily that they were going to be grandparents. I was met with dead silence. Okay, I thought, that’s how it’s going to be…
To say it didn’t go so well would be an understatement. I think the worse part was when my father asked me what I plan to do if the child needs $1 million in medical treatments. I think my response time was hampered by the act of picking my jaw up off the ground. What parent goes at this type of journey and thinks about possible medical bills. I told them that every parent rolls the dice on that one.
The bottom line is that they are worried about me. I understand that. I hope they will learn to be happy for me.
Larry Flynt (LA Times)
Even though I told them several days ago, I still feel a little like “huh?” and a lot like “wha?” (The picture above is a good representation of how I feel — not the man or the story.)
On the positive side, the rest of my family seemed to be excited and eager to hear more about the entire process. And yes, they asked all the awkward questions… and they were answered awkwardly. My little brother even met Audra and Melissa at my birthday party last week!
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