just when I was leaving....

My mother had asked if I would please come over and rescue some old school stuff of mine that turned up when they were taking apart bookshelves. We spend a very dusty afternoon going through old paper, throwing most of it out. Twenty years late. Conversation was nothing special, my mother doing most of the talking with her famous half stories and unfinished sentences. And five minutes later continuing where she left of. Can be confusing if you don't practice! (But don't worry, a rerun will come sooner rather than later)
Just when I was leaving, hat, scarf, one leg on my bike, she said:

But can't you get someone else's eggs?

So then we talked some about that. About percentages. Age. About grief and its different stages. About how some couples don't survive that. She was all ears. And all agreement.
It was good to feel my mother firmly on my side. Slightly amazed she is not scared by the idea or technology, thinking it wrong somehow.
Maybe she doesn't let on, but I suspect she wants me to have a baby a much as I do.

Tonight she is babysitting for her upstairs neighbours. I wouldn't be surprised if she took the little one (2 months now) from his crib and hold him for a while he sleeps, wondering if...