Grandkid

I wasn't thrilled to become a grandmother. I loved that my daughter was expecting her first child and excited for her and my son in law. But... It was a reminder that I am aging. That sucks. I've reached the stage of wisdom (hopefully) and while that part is great, my youth and beauty is beginning to fade. That also sucks. They say we become more beautiful as we age... That's a lie. Spiritually, maybe but physically... Not so much.

So the point I guess is that while it's the natural progression of life, I am reluctant to let go of my youth. In my head I'm still the hot young girl who turns heads when I walk into a room. It's too bad that reality belies this.

So I'm a grandmother - maiden, mother, croan. I'll get used to it, even accept and revel in it. I do adore my grandson. But right now... Sucks to be me.