And I suppose it comes to most parents. Not all, but most, I think. The time to become a grandparent arrives.
My time is due to arrive in May. On my birthday, to be exact!
I don’t think people know how to react. I for one was happy, but the naysayers had me questioning whether or not I should be. My daughter will be 21, just starting her adulthood, still with big things to accomplish and dreams to fulfill. However, she’s older than I was when I became a mother, older than both of her grandmothers, the same age as her great-grandmother. Perhaps the timing isn’t ideal, but it’s far from ruinous. Besides, if everyone waited for the opportune time to have children, how many of us would be here now? Life moves forward whether we’re ready or not, and whether we approve or not.
That being said…I’M GONNA BE A GRANDMA, YOU GUYS! EEEEEEEEE!!!
Actually, I’m going to be an Oma. We’re of Dutch descent around here, so most of the grandparents in my family are some form of Oma or Opa. Now it’s my turn! YAAAAY!!!
As for the girl, well, poor thing. She’s all over the place: ready to take over the world one day, heavy and nauseous the next, usually the latter. First-time first trimesters are particularly rough, but through it all I see that mother instinct kicking in already. The force is strong with this one.