So, does great news change because you are upset about how you received it?
Does it make the news any less great? Do you still celebrate?
I guess it all depends.
Today I learned I am going to be a grandmother...I think. Still not sure if this is a hoax or real. Do I run out to the boutique baby store in town and pick up all the cute little gifts? Or do I sit patiently, mourning my status as the one of only a few of my cousins without that moniker?
And what do I call myself? I am only 45. I am the Latte Queen for goodness sakes! I wear pink keds and fluffy pink scarves. I do not look my age. What is a grandmother supposed to look like anyway?
I am still not sure if this news is real. I've been rewinding conversations with my son, the renaissance man-writer-spoken word artist-rapper-artist type. He kinda mentioned a long while ago, "mom, I may have gotten a girl pregnant," almost in the same breath he said, "my CD is in another store and I have a performance Friday night." Was I to take that seriously? It never came up again. So, do unmarried 22 1/2 year old sons still freak out about what their mothers would say?
Maybe I should just wait to hear that these little cherubs have actually, really, kicking and screaming, changed my status before I believe my husband's inaudible, toothpaste filled utterance that he spoke to the oldest son and he is expecting two kids! Whew! I was caffeine-deprived this morning because the stove blew out and I couldn't make a latte so maybe I just heard the whole thing wrong.
I have been frantically texting my son and asking him to confirm this news? I need to know how much time I have before I move from being a mom with kids ranging from 22 1/2 to 5 1/2 to being a grandmother. I can.not.be.called.grandma. There has to be time to digest this news, time to figure out how to knit or at least sew a blanket. Or figure out my moniker.
My cousin, a few years my senior, is more adept at this grandparent thing. She is called GG by her grandkids. I can't take that...can I?
Mama Taye'...maybe. Big Momma? No, definitely not that. TT? What? I better get to checking. The last time I called anyone Grandmother was my dear Grandmother Foster. That just won't do for me.
This news is too much to digest on a lack of caffeine. French Pressed Ethiopian coming right up!
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