Since my first child became and adult (and immediately went into the Marines) I have said that I’m in no hurry to become a grandma. I’ve repeated it often enough in the past 6 or so years.
Then my youngest son, 22, got a beagle puppy, and I’ve gotten to thinking that I’m cheating myself out of tons of knitting opportunities. I mean, knitting a doggie sweater for my two grandpuppies is nice, but I see all the hats and sweaters and booties and I tell myself, you know, nieces and nephews don’t quite cut it.
So, I think in about 3-5 years I might be champing at the bit for babies to hold, snuggle and spoil rotten. I’ll be in my late forties by then and quite ready to be a granny.
But I have to admit, I love spoiling the puppy while my son is at work, then handing it back to him when he gets home in the morning. He always asks what went on during the night, and I just answer “Oh, you know, same thing as when you’d spend the night with grandma.” I think grandkids are going to be great!