Becoming a Grandparent
Most people (in America), groan a lot about getting older – the aches and pains, loss of beauty, loss of expectable good health, loss of friends and family, loss of job options, loss, loss, loss…. For sure, it’s a humbling experience, hopefully with much gained wisdom and peaceful acceptance of life and it’s curveballs.
But, there’s one consolation prize for many people – grandchildren! For a long time I’ve heard about what a joy they are, and what a sweet experience grand parenting can be. Having had our son at age 38 I figured my husband and I would be in our late 70’s or 80′ by the time our kid decided to take the plunge and have a kid of his own. We figured we might not even be in our full wits by then, so if we became grandparents we wouldn’t even know it! But, instead our son and daughter-in-law just had their first child while we’re still lucid and ambulating, so what a treat!
Meet Anna, now five weeks old, ruler of the universe, tiny love of everyone’s life, opener of all possibilities and unforeseen bonus of aging! And yes, they were all right – grand parenting is pretty sweet…
