I'm wondering when it actually happened. When did I go from mother of four; up in the early morning with constant ear infections, water requests, "just a little story mom", snuggle time, disney movies, three year old tantrums, to...becoming a grandmother? Yes, it's exciting to say the least but also a bit shall I say unreal? Surreal?
The idea of becoming a grandmother at 41 is a bit banana's but in the best possible way. Like eating a banana spit with extra chocolate sauce, and then not having to work out for hours from quilt. I'm looking on the bright side, I'm young, I'll be the cool hip Grandma that knows all about pop culture but without trying to hard to attain the title, cool. I'll go by Grandma, not Carrie. Why do people do that? Is it that their thinking that going by their name doesn't make it so? Do they think father time will just stop the clock if they declare themselves by anything other then what they are.What ever, that's their choice but I'm going to rock the Grandma title.
Did I tell you it's a boy! I can already guess at what he'll look like, he'll have this amazing combo of my son and his mother.He'll have this little nose and big blue eyes, he'll maybe love dinasaurs as much as his father, he may sing like a broadway star like his mother. He may just be something entirely different but that's what's so exciting about life, it's fun to guess, but better to actually let time happen. Let your child or grandchild become who they probably already are when their still in the womb, and gladly be able to bear witness to it.
