Yep, today is my Birthday and I’ll be singing, Happy Birthday to Me all day long! I suppose I’ll have to edit my About Me page and strikeout the
47 and make it 48, but seeing my birth date quickly approaching the big 5.0. leaves me feeling a little old. Can’t I just refuse to grow up, or at least refuse to get old?
It’s funny to me that despite the chronological number of my age, I don’t feel any different than when I was in my 20’s. Okay, maybe I should say I don’t feel different than when I was in my 30’s to be completely honest with myself, but I’m doing it kicking and screaming the whole way.
It also feels strange to be a grandma at such a young age, since I’ve always envisioned grandma’s with short, curly gray hair, baking cookies and homemade bread in the kitchen for their grandchildren. Um, that’s not me at all.
I’m much closer to being a Harley riding, sports car driving, dancing in nightclubs, Karaoke singing, and roller skating sort of girly-girl grandma. But you can bet that any time I can spend with my now-four month old grandson will be well spent, spoiling him rotten with clothes and toys, followed by handing him back to his momma when it’s time for a diaper change.
After months of deliberation and serious thought, I’ve decided that my grandma nickname will most definitely NOT be “grandma” for such a young whipper-snapper as myself, but I will instead be referred to as, G-Ma for a shortened version.
“Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me!”