
I have a feeling I worry more about getting old than the average woman.
Hard to know for sure, but it seems that way from conversations with friends.
But I had a moment come over me like a voice from the universe.
On September 7.
Cliff and I were leaving the hospital in Charlottevsille, Virginia.
We’d just spent two hours with our brand new grandson, Mazen.
It’s okay, the moment said.
Mazen’s here.
You’re the grandma.
He’s the baby.
That’s how it goes.
And the going is good!

Congrats! He is darling. You make a very stylish Grandma!
Thanks!
You are a very young looking grandma.
You say, “I have a feeling I worry more about getting old than the average woman,”but you don’t go on to say why you thought that in the first place.
I’m wondering about your initial comment….but very happy for you that you’ve earned a spark of peace in your new grandson!
And, you don’t look like a worrier and/or a grandma, for that matter! Congratulations!
I am the grammy to 4 grandchildren (and another one on the way). I dont think of myself as a agrandmother, but as a person!
Why do you think you worry more than other women on getting older? You SHOULD worry about NOT getting older?! That is the optimist in me, LOL, LOL
I am a 66 year old Freshman in college…age is i rrelevant unless you are a tree or a cheese
Barbara, I know EXACTLY what you mean when you say, you probably worry about getting older more than the average woman. Actually, I thought I owned the patent on that! LOL!.
But I am amazed at how much my now 4 yr. old Grandson has helped me to accept who I am – his Mimi – and to appreciate the value that he places on me. In his own little way, this wonderful little boy has done more to raise my self-esteem, to rejuvenate my passion for life, to make me want to live and then live some more. . .
Honestly, I was ready to throw in the towel on a marriage that is all but platonic. But wanting the best for that little one includes being able to give him a comfortable place to visit with a nice yard and trees and lakes, well, all the things an inquisitive boy needs.
On a particularly bad day for me, when I was feeling less than loved and appreciated by spouse, I had given him a new toy that I probably paid a quarter for at a thrift store. He looked at me and said “You make my heart feel happy.”. . . . I shall never forget that, because it made me know that if I was not around, I could also make his little heart feel sad. . . . cannot even fathom the thought!
So, I put up with a bad marriage because I want that little heart to keep on beating at a “happy” pace!
It’s amazing how they open up our world. Thanks for your comment and enjoy that little boy!
It’s wonderful that you have had this ephinany with the birth of your grandchild.
What, I wonder, do those of us with no children or grandchilden look to?
I think you’ll see it in other ways, as I have too. I just returned from Paris and looked at some of the world’s best loved art. Youth is revered in some ways, but other pieces showed great wisdom that comes with age and a sort of peacefulness on the faces of the older subjects.
Thank you, Barbara, for the nice post. I can’t (or shouldn’t) complain about what I don’t have because I do have a great deal that is good in my life. I heard something recently that struck me as true: Complete the sentence “I am. . . . . .” with any adjective that fits. That word will then come looking for you. I think I will choose happy.
Happy is good. I remember Oprah saying once that life is big. I’m not sure all the way what she means, but I love the thought!
We shouldn’t worry about getting older. We should worry about NOT getting older??!! xoxo
Amen. Great line, Alicia.
Yep! You are right!