Edith here!
My daughter Susie is anticipating!
Forget the Regency speak: she’s preggers!
Do you know how wonderful this is?
Of all the things I dreamed of being once I was old enough to stay up to eleven o’clock at night (my childhood dreams of glory were pathetic) a Grandmother was not among them.
After all, I come from an era when grandmothers all looked like Aunt Bea from the old Andy Griffith show –
...until Marlene Dietrich came along, and grandmothers were allowed to remain female, and actually be hot. There really were headlines about it. Off with the lumpy gray sweaters and sensible shoes. On with life!
Sadly, I’m not as hot as Marlene.
But as for the rest? Oh! The chance to be ever-loving, kind and generous with candy and treats; to be lenient and indulgent, to be utterly delightful – a regular Mary Poppins with a bosom? Delicious prospect. But of course, as grandmother I won’t be expected to discipline the little darling.
Is that sweet revenge or utter fun? I don’t know but I can’t wait to find out.
Did you ever become something you never thought of in your youth?
Something unplanned, but totally wonderful?
Do tell. I’d like to know.