I read an article on the Huffington Post, I think, about being a grandparent. The woman who wrote it said that she has no real desire to be one. I guess she thought that this was very controversial and would cause all kinds of furious comments, thus making her viral and famous. Of course, I may just be a bit contentious myself today.
Because here is the thing: of course you don’t necessarily want something that you have never had. Your life seems just fine the way it is right now. I think this is nature’s way of keeping us sane and contented.
For instance, I would never want to be a princess or a queen. I see no reason for all of those jewels and huge palaces. My house is just fine, and I like my diamond earrings. But wait. I have never had a chauffeur. I don’t know what it is like to be served delicious meals cooked by somebody else every night—in a huge dining room, delivered by footmen.
I watch Downton Abbey. The more I see it, the more I wish I had my own Carson the butler. He is so very loyal and upright. He looks out for his family. The more I get to know the Crawleys, the more I feel like one of them. So now I resent making my own macaroni and cheese and having to schlepp it onto plates and then clean up afterwards. But had you inquired pre-Downton Abbey, I would have scoffed at the very idea of having a man in a uniform cater to my every whim.
You get my drift? I loved being a mother. Most of the time. I had two very quirky and bright children, who made me laugh, gave me a reason for living every single day, and made me very proud. As a matter of fact, I have to contain myself from posting “too much” about them on social media. Yes, I am completely satisfied. I don’t think I ever nagged either one of them about having a baby. I was fine.
But then, you see, one of them did. And what was totally fine before seemed empty and dull. Because now I have a grandson who is the most beautiful baby that has ever been born. He is charming. He is the image of his mother (of course, his other grandmother might not agree with this-she may see some of her son in him). He is the toast of Facebook and Twitter. I know this, because I have worked very hard to make this happen.
So back to that satisfied woman who doesn’t want to be a grandma? That is fine and dandy. You just stay happy and serene. But I bet when your son or daughter has a baby, you will change your tune faster than you can say Arianna Huffington! I speak the truth, people.