Today the MiL took Grace shopping with her to the nearest city with a mall.
The MiL bought all her Christmas gifts for this year last year right after Christmas. She spent the whole year bragging about how her shopping was already done. So, now that crunch time quickly approaches, she realized that about 5 of her gifts were missing.
"Hahaha!" I say to her quietly, under my breath. "Serves you right for bragging about it."
So anyway, she decided to go replace the missing gifts today. My sister-in-law and one of her sons went with her and they made a day of it.
When lunch approached, they decided to stop and eat at a pizza buffet. She realized that she had left Grace's solid food at home. So, instead of just giving her formula, she grabbed some noodles off the bar and gave them to her.
Grace ate noodles and loved them.
"So, what's the big deal?", you may ask. She's old enough and she enjoyed them, right?
The big deal is that I was not there. I send Grace's food with her every day. I control her diet. I have never given permission for any "grown-up" food. And most importantly - Grace had never had anything like that before and I, who carried her in my womb, come running when she cries, rock her to sleep every night, take care of her every need and love her with my complete heart, deserved to be the one to feed her something so wonderful for the first time.
I'm heartbroken. Over noodles.