Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm going soon to have lunch and shop for maternity clothes for/with my daughter-in-law.  I treasure this time with her because she's super busy with her job and commute.  I've made a tradition out of taking my daughter or daughter-in-law maternity clothes shopping, beginning with my older daughter ten years ago, then my daughter-in-law three years ago, followed by my younger daughter two years ago and now my younger daughter-in-law.  As with a lot of my traditions, I began it myself, because neither my mother or mother-in-law offered for me, and I could have used the help.  My mother was a terrific seamstress, but I guess sewing maternity clothes was pretty boring.  In Fiji, pregnant for the first time, I used a treadle sewing machine to make myself some shifts, but they were pretty dreadful.  Also, back in the day, maternity clothes were hideous:  mushroom shaped tops that made you look like a circus tent, and lots of peterpan collars and ruffles.  Not my best look at five feet tall.  Now there are respectable and stylish clothes, and in fabrics that are super comfortable.  I missed that boat, just like I missed safe car seats, baby monitors, sound machines, and every sensible baby item and all the cute ones.  So today will be fun, and I can make up for my own lack of support in the dark ages.