Despite my mom's request that I not give birth until she arrived to the Bay Area on August 4th, at the end of July we were surprised by the slightly early arrival of our beautiful son. My mom arrived one week later and will be here for several weeks to fawn at the cuteness of her grandson and help around the house.
On the second day of her stay, after finally having eaten several proper homemade meals, I truly felt overwhelmingly thankful to have her here. So much so that at the end of dinner, I decided to express my gratitude in a rare but genuine expression of my feelings.
"Thank you so much," I said, maybe tearing up a little, "for coming to help. It really makes a huge difference just to have an extra pair of hands around and I am so thankful you are here!"
The blank stare from my mom rendered this tender moment totally awkward.
"What did you say?" she asked me.
So I repeated my sentiment a little more perfunctorily.
"Just that it is a real help to have an extra pair of hands to cook or take care of the baby is all."
"Ohhh," she said, "I thought you said 'extra pair of pants.' "
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