Alrighty, I will start this thread. I have my first grandbaby due on the 15th of January 2008. Now please tell me that there are other first time grandparents who are still in their 30's. It's my adoptive daughter, but I'm only 37. I didn't know I could be this young to pass on such knowledge. By the way...when did I aquire all that knowledge? Kinda like you know you used to be able to run non-stop forever, and now you're lucky if you don't get somewhat out of breath trying to grab that stupid roo.
I don't feel old, but the word grandparent just makes me shudder. When I think of my grandparents, I can see my grandma's polyester pants and top along with a sweater with a kleenex sticking out the pocket. Grayish black hair that was short but always curled with rollers. And she was only 64 when she died. I look at my mother who is now 63 and a far cry from her mother. My mother is highly concientious about her appearance. Her nails are always professionaly done, the best clothes along with the latest fashionable hairstyle.
Then there is me. Ok, so I don't always go to the hair salon, I think the artificial nails are a waste of money, and the nurse in me could go on and on about the bacteria you will find in between the layers of acrylic and kerotin. I wear make-up when I go somewhere, but then it's only some powder, blush and mascara. I may not be able to "Crank dat Spiderman" on the dance floor, but I'm getting pretty good at the texting and the lingo to accompany it. My kids tell me I'm kewl because I hang up saying "peace" instead of "good bye" and that their friends think I'm a "G".
So does that mean that I'll be a hip grandma or will the image of me be what I remember of my grandma. I'll leave with this. She may have wore poly, but find me a better person walking this earth and I'll eat my words. God only takes the best, that's why he took her first.
I don't feel old, but the word grandparent just makes me shudder. When I think of my grandparents, I can see my grandma's polyester pants and top along with a sweater with a kleenex sticking out the pocket. Grayish black hair that was short but always curled with rollers. And she was only 64 when she died. I look at my mother who is now 63 and a far cry from her mother. My mother is highly concientious about her appearance. Her nails are always professionaly done, the best clothes along with the latest fashionable hairstyle.
Then there is me. Ok, so I don't always go to the hair salon, I think the artificial nails are a waste of money, and the nurse in me could go on and on about the bacteria you will find in between the layers of acrylic and kerotin. I wear make-up when I go somewhere, but then it's only some powder, blush and mascara. I may not be able to "Crank dat Spiderman" on the dance floor, but I'm getting pretty good at the texting and the lingo to accompany it. My kids tell me I'm kewl because I hang up saying "peace" instead of "good bye" and that their friends think I'm a "G".
So does that mean that I'll be a hip grandma or will the image of me be what I remember of my grandma. I'll leave with this. She may have wore poly, but find me a better person walking this earth and I'll eat my words. God only takes the best, that's why he took her first.
