Denial

I ran into a woman, about my age, who is also expecting her first grandchild. She is completely set back by the prospect of grandmotherhood and refuses to even think about what the child will call her. I think this is hilarious. Like me, it's obvious that she left her twenties a while ago, and if the smile lines don't give it away, the ages of her children certainly will. One can only get by with "I had my children young," for so long. Maybe she figures if the grandchild calls her by her first name people will think they're siblings or something? Or maybe if the word grandmother is never uttered within ten feet of her, it will magically turn back time? I, on the other hand, am embracing my crone-hood with excitement and grace and, of course, sunscreen.