hard to resist

I went shopping with my mom today. We stopped by the Gymboree outlet and oh my, was it hard not to go crazy. A lot of the shirts that I fell in love with last time, at the other Gymboree outlet store, were in clearance at this store. I could have easily bought Thomas a new wardrobe. Luckily, there were so many things that I wanted to buy that I walked out without buying anything. "It's hard," I told my mom, "because he's not really mine." She reminded me that they're always a little bit mine, but I said it wasn't the same. She knew. She's watched me with too many familes, and too many kids, over the years, not to understand.

As we walked out into the mall, I said, "Stores like that are just one more reason to wait many more years before having one of my own. I want to be able to afford to buy all the cute stuff when I fall in love with it." She told me that's what grandparents are for. Uh oh. I've never gotten any pressure to have kids from them before, but I fear it's coming soon...