It happened! My priorities, and my whole universe have been shaken to the ground. I am a grandmother! Abuelita in Spanish. That’s how Juliette Isabelle will be calling me.
I am so in love with my nietecita (grand-baby). When I have a recent photo of the two of us, I will share. The first thing I do now is take out my cell phone and put it in front of people’s faces and show them her picture. She is in every screen saver there is in my tech world.
The questions are: should I let some, or more, gray hair show, should I behave a bit better, stop wearing stilettos, etc., etc. The answers are, no, no and no. I want her to know that age is just a number that is processed by the haters out there. My age is determined, on most days, by my private world of thinking that the universe rotates around me. Isn’t that the way it is?
Now, when I go into any store, I automatically go into the Baby’s Department and go “awwww, awww, and more awwww.” Then I remember that her little closet is already looking fuller than mine. Nevertheless, she does need to wear certain cutest ever little dresses, and matching socks. She is a specialist at misplacing socks. She is so much fun to watch. Oh boy, don’t I sound like a “certified totally nuts about her grand-daughter’s grandmother?” Yes, I am.
Now, I have to keep maintaining my good looks because being a hot-hip-grandmother is not an easy job. It is not that easy when the clock is ticking and your body is listening.
Totally grateful to be an abuelita.