By definition, if a grandmother, not new, must be old. (Had a birthday this week too, so underline that.) But the experience, being a granny, still feels new, every day even though my grandchildren at the present day count are aged 11, 9, 8 and 4, and 4 less one minute. Three girls in USA and two boys, the twins, in Shanghai.
What is it about grandparenting? I happen to be reading Margaret Foster’s book “Isa and May” also about this very thing. Have not finished it yet so no answers to the question, but I always like her writing. (Bet she is one now too.)
But, no doubt for me, grannyhood offers something old and something new – and is neither borrowed nor blue.
There is only one photo of them all together, when west and east met in 2009, BUT I CAN’T FIND IT. And 2009 is now OLD.