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Grandmas have ticking clocks, too...

When I was in my twenties and married the typical question was - Do you have any children?
When I was in my thirties and had children the typical question was - How many children do you have? and Are you planning to have any more?
When I was in my forties the typical question was - What college are your children attending or planning to attend?
When I was in my fifties the typical question was - Are your children married? And if they weren't - Are they "involved"? And if I said no there would be so many helpful friends and relatives who knew just the right person to fix my kid up with...
Okay, so now I'm in my sixties and I think you can all guess the typical question - yup - Do you have any grand-children?
I'm happy that I do have grand-children. But it doesn't stop there. If you don't have the "maximum" possible there's still the question - When is your other kid going to have kids? Often they add - She's not getting any younger? Is she really going to wait "that long"? 

Well, it got me to thinking that it isn't only the thirty-something woman who has a ticking clock. As a grandmother I realize I have a ticking clock as well. The older I get the harder it will be to engage with my grandchildren with the kind of energy and involvement I want to be able to give them. Every year that passes I have to face the reality that my ticking clock is ticking slower and slower. In a year, two years, five years, my ability to drop down on the floor to play with one of my grandchildren may not be so easy. I may end up crying out -" I'm down here on the floor and I can't get up."

So here's my New Year's vow - stay fit, healthy, and keep pulling myself up from the floor when I fall down. I may not be able to do anything about my damn ticking clock but I can stop looking at it all the time and just enjoy every moment...

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