I guess I was admiring the tottering baby with too much interest. The mother-in-law asked, "Do you have children of your own?"
The baby sipped her sippy cup while I considered my answer. If I had my own, I thought, would you not have heard a story about it by now? "No … no, not yet." The truth seemed most appropriate.
"Well, not to worry. There’s still lots of time left. You have lots of time."
I wanted to hurt her with the entire sordid tale. Instead, I pasted on a wide smile, hoping it resembled sincerity. I forced the lump in my throat down down down where it would not catch on anything when I responded, "Yes, lots of time."