My father-in-law refused to hold my daughter because she wasn’t the grandson he’d wanted. But after what he said at her baptism, I found something tucked inside an old family album that made his obsession with “carrying on the family name” suddenly very questionable.
“Well. Maybe next time.”
Those were the first words my father-in-law said after meeting my newborn daughter.
George had walked into my hospital room, glanced into Nora’s bassinet, and stared at her for maybe two seconds before saying it.
My husband, Daniel, looked at him.
“Dad, do you want to hold her?”
George lowered himself into the chair in the corner.
“I’ll do it later.”
A few minutes passed. Daniel tried again.
“Come on. She’s your granddaughter.”
George barely looked toward the bassinet.
“Later.”
Later never came.
He stayed nearly an hour. He drank the coffee Daniel brought him, asked me how I was feeling, complained about the hospital parking, and talked about everything except the baby sleeping six feet away.
When he finally stood to leave, he leaned over and kissed Daniel’s cheek.
He never went near Nora.
That was when I realized “maybe next time” hadn’t been a badly timed joke.
He had meant it.
George had spent most of my pregnancy talking about a grandson.
Someone to take fishing.
Someone to teach baseball.
Most of all, someone to “carry on the family name.”
We’d told him repeatedly that we weren’t finding out the sex before the birth.
Apparently, he’d heard that as permission to assume.
And when Nora arrived instead, he treated her like she’d somehow gotten the answer wrong.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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