I'll start there.
It took so long because I had to make the year-long jump from pondering about at what age women start thinking about Botox vs. becoming a full fledged grandma in my early 40's. Huge jump, right? Huge jump from which shade of red lip color will work with the outfit I'm prepping for work tomorrow.
Until recently, I thought those t-shirts that read "I <3 being a Glam-Ma" were just ridiculous. Stupid. Like the woman wearing the shirt had completely given up on her life and decided to make the jump into grandmother hood (is that even a word?).
When my 19 year old son came to visit (he was living with his dad to go to college) us in our new home in Salt Lake, I never would have guessed that he would meet and marry a local 19 year old girl with a 1.5 year old son within 3 weeks.
But he did. That happened.
You can pick your mouth up off the floor now. If it takes a minute, I get it. Took me until last week and it's been a little over a year ago now. I remember I immediately asked for a cigarette and a glass of wine. I don't smoke. I needed to smoke.
I went out to the deck with my wine and cell phone. I called my sister and said, "Don't say anything just listen. I'm about to scream. Mike just got married to a girl I don't know and she has a one year old son."
She immediately started laughing. What the hell kind of person laughs at that? Well, we do. We're both cut from the same cloth which is why I called her first. Her reply was something I'll never forget:
"Ha-ha! You're a Glam-ma!"
That was the first time I'd ever thought that. I was thinking about my son being married, not me being a GRANDMOTHER. But, I was. I was a grandmother. Wow. Not only was I a grandmother, I was a "Glam-ma". Urban Dictionary defines "Glamma" as:
A sense of self and style. Yes. That's me. Yep. Me. But I kept reading..... I love Goldie, Blythe, Jane, and Sally, BUT THEY ARE MY MOTHER'S AGE. Not mine. They are Glam-Mas. My ex- Mother-in-law suggested I go by GG. I actually considered it, then declined.
I was pissed. I was worried and concerned. This kind of thing happens when we are much older, not now. Not while I'm still raising my other kids and working on my career and life. No way.
It's fair to say I didn't speak for about a week. I was angry that they got married. Yes, more than I was worried about being a Glam-Ma, but that is another blog post.
It was time for me to meet their baby boy. I will have plenty to write about this experience and how much I truly love this child. My son has a beautiful family and I love them dearly. My other three girls and husband are in love with him too. He has changed our world in the best way possible.
For now, I'll say these things:
1. No to Glam-Ma. Yes to being a grandmother - I'm Mom-Mom.
2. Everything happens for a reason - this one is clear.
3. I can still worry about my lipstick and do.
4. Those t-shirts are still stupid.
5. I love these grand babies more than I ever thought possible.
6. My sister still teases me, but hers is coming.
7. Yes, it's time to think about my Botox plan.
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