Something that really broils me
Last night at a party a friend was telling me about a neighbor of hers: a 50-something year old man who never found the right woman, but always wanted children. So what did he do? He manufactured some, of course! He hired a surrogate to produce twin boys for him. This man works full-time, so his 80-something year old mother looks after the boys, who are now two.
Let’s think about that for a moment. An 80-year-old watching TWO-year-olds, boys no less. Riiiiiiiiiight, like that’s got to work well. I hope her walker can keep up with them and that her hip doesn’t go out, again.
This man had children made for his own entertainment when he gets home from work. Tell me this isn’t selfish? And what will he tell the children, who, by the way, have yet to speak a single word, when they ask where/who their mother is? (Funny, often a baby’s first word is “Momma.” No wonder these kids haven’t spoken; they don’t know what a Momma is.) Will he tell them, your mom is some woman I found on the internet. I needed a womb, and she needed the money? How romantic: you weren’t created out of love, you were a business transaction.
And what will these poor poor poor poor poor children do when grammie dies in a few years? I can’t imagine having to deal with that loss at such a young age. Their father is no spring chicken, either. “Sorry, boys, I can’t play ball with you. The ol’ arthritis is acting up again.”
To quote my sister, “Some people are just idiots.”
My friend is working hard to set this man up with a potential wife so these children can have a much-deserved and needed mother. I pray that she succeeds.