I am at the ripe young age of 44 and the most unbelievable thing has happened: My oldest daughter has had a son.
Now you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what this means for me—that’s right, GRANNNNNNDMA! Holy Cow! Not only am I going through a private mid-life-holy-heck but it seems like everyone I know is getting a real charge out of my new station in life.
How is this occurring? Well, let me tell you. Just about every one I see since the baby’s been born gets that sneer on their otherwise friendly face and utters the following greeting “Hi Grandma” or “Hi Granny”. GRANNY????? What do you mean GRANNY?!!! She’s that old crotchety gal on the Beverly Hillbillies!
Another question I have been asked innumerably is “What is the baby going to call you?” How am I supposed to know! Probably not by my first name, that ‘s about as far as I’ve gotten.
Come on---there must be some graceful way to enter grand parenthood without everyone making fun of you but I have yet to find what it is.
One last thing—my grandson…………….He’s the Best.
JOA