I would have begged Levi to soften his words.
I would have promised Diane that everything was fine.
But sitting beside my husband that afternoon, I finally understood something.
I didn’t have to surrender parts of motherhood to guarantee that my son would have a grandmother.
Diane could still be part of his life.
We wanted her to be.
But whether she could respect our place as his parents was a decision only she could make.
So I stayed seated.
For a while, nobody knew what to say.
A few guests quietly resumed their conversations.
Someone began clearing plates.
The tension lingered.
Then my best friend Tasha approached and crouched beside my chair.
She gave me a gentle smile.
“Mel, do you still want to open your presents?”
I looked toward the gift table.
There were several beautifully wrapped boxes waiting.
For the first time all afternoon, nobody was reaching over me to open them.