My grandmother was 65 when I was born -- the same age as I am now.
I think you could say we have the same hips. And if I didn't have Paula-the-Hair-Goddess I would probably have the same hair. (Rick reminded me of that. Thanks heaps, Rick.) No, I wouldn't. Even if it was white as snow it would be cut funky.
I remember when Greg and Kevin's mom remarried. Her parents took the boys whitewater rafting. Grandparents. Whitewater rafting. Can you imagine any of the three above doing that?
When my parents left me at Grandma and Grandpa's, we baked. We picked corn. We colored.
And that was good. While I never had the same kinship with my mom's dad that I did with Dad's parents, my cousin John, seven years older than I and a boy, spent countless hours fishing and enjoying his company at the lake.
All of this makes me think about being a grandparent to little Carson and how we will be part of his life. Rick is ready to take him camping. And you can bet that when he gets a bicycle, you know who will be leading the charge. Back when Rick was 16, he and his brother went on their first long bike ride-- 350 miles -- from Toledo to Portsmouth, Ohio and back to Columbus on a long weekend -- no parents involved . A different time.
But to be perfectly honest, I have no idea how to be a grandparent. I don't even know how to change a diaper, though Rick says it's not hard. I've never dealt with babies. I've hardly ever held one. I'm used to holding a Cat Diva who would prefer not to be held and makes no bones about it. So, I'm anxious. But fortunately he sleeps a lot!
I want to be a fun grandperson, the kind they want to visit because we make magic. And probably spoil him a little. A lot. Rick can be the outdoorsy one. As for me, I have a feeling we'll go back to what I know. We'll bake. We'll color. We'll read and draw. And little Carson will get to see the lake and discover stones and leaves and build castles in the sand.
Actually, Rick is getting the reading thing going already.
And someday, his grandpa and I will take him to a train -- just like Kevin enjoyed when he was little, long before I came along.
And we'll probably have more fun than we could imagine because the pressure is off. And for me, it'll be all new. When Kevin and Greg came into my life they were older -- seven and nine. The closest thing I have to a perpetual three year old is Lizzie. And I think they are quite different.
Meanwhile, Rick is SO over the moon about all this. Little Carson may be the best thing that ever happened to him!
So, pretty soon, this little guy will wake up. In a year or so he'll crawl or maybe walk. Maybe talk. He's going to get fun. Meanwhile, adorable is good enough for us!
I told you in the last post that I'd show a photo or two of the beautiful Molly!
And our gang.
Trust me, this won't be a baby blog. But I had to share this and get it out of my system!