Before I begin, let me give you some background information on my mother-in-law. She is the quintessential WASP. A real platinum spooned, tea swigging, trust fund baby. Spoiled to the bejesus, she is. But she also holds two doctorates, she’s extremely generous with her time and she’s the freakin’ best mommy-in-law ever!



Momma Ames and I haven’t always gotten along. Being her oldest son, Greg was expected to marry into a White WASP family and have little WASP babies for her to spoil. Ha! He married into a Black WASP (I know, oxymoron) family and has one living child.

Black WASP aka My Family



It took us a few months to get over the ‘Black’ speed bump however there’s still the question of babies. We’ve had a few miscarriages over the years and Momma Ames has taken them hard. The last one really devastated her because I was so far along.


But this isn’t the reason we’ve clashed. Our difference lies in her overbearing need to control my cooter. She wants a grandchildren (grandsons really) like no tomorrow. Eva is the apple of her eye but she wants more, lots more. Mistakenly, I thought BC would fill the void but no; it has to be ‘our’ baby. Mind you, this is the same woman who told Greg he was a sex addict because of our frequent lovemaking. Permission to roll eyes granted.

Our Families Together...Bloody Sad



Back to “The Love Below”. For the past year Greg and I have been in agreement: If another baby comes we’ll welcome it but we’re not trying anymore. Greg has since changed his tune…as have my parents.


I tried the “We’re adults. Back off!” approach. I’ve tried just about everything. Yet still, when the smoke clears, Momma Ames is standing akimbo asking for her babies. I’d probably slap her if I didn’t adore her so much.