I have a feeling I worry more about getting old than the average woman.
Hard to know for sure, but it seems that way from conversations with friends.
But I had a moment come over me like a voice from the universe.
On September 7.
Cliff and I were leaving the hospital in Charlottevsille, Virginia.
We’d just spent two hours with our brand new grandson, Mazen.
It’s okay, the moment said.
Mazen’s here.
You’re the grandma.
He’s the baby.
That’s how it goes.
And the going is good!
Barbara Younger
Barbara Younger blogs from her home in Hillsborough, North Carolina. Along with Friend for the Ride: Encouraging Words for the Menopause Roller Coaster (http://friendfortheride.com), she writes books for children and adults. She lives in an old house with her husband Cliff. and collections of everything from dolls to buttons to bookmarks. She's the mother of two grown daughters and the grandmother to one adorable baby boy!
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