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Welcome, Mackenzie Mae!

My second granddaughter, Mackenzie Mae Colgan was born at 5:07 Tuesday afternoon, at Enloe. She measured 20 inches long and weighed 8 lbs. 5 oz.. Her mother only weighs about 100 pounds. OUCH!
She joins her father, Topper, mother, Jessica, and sister, Hailie Rae.
Mackenzie Rae Mackenzie Mae 6 March 2007.jpg
Although I consider myself too young to be a grandfather—again--I was not consulted.
I am having problems with being called “grampa.” I am not anywhere close to being of the proper age for that title, as my son is not an age to be called “dad.” I told all my boys where babies come from, as well as how to NOT have babies. But do they listen?
Ahh, kids!
I’ve always considered grandfathers to be old guys. Sure there’s plenty of people younger than myself that have grandchildren, but I was born the youngest son of the second-youngest son. My father’s father—had he lived—would have been in his late-seventies when I was born. My mother’s father was in his sixties when I was born, and passed when I was six.
My own father was fifty-six when he earned that particular title.
Grampa.
Wow.
I was hoping I could at least finish five decades before I carried that handle.
Okay, I have to wear glasses to read. That doesn’t make me old, that just means my arms are too short. I have teeth I paid for, but that doesn’t make me old. It means I had an unfortunate accident in my youth.
I still have my hair, and it’s not gray. This week it’s a nice shade of brown. Even though it is now joined by hair in my ears, etc., that doesn’t make me old. That just makes me “gifted in a follicular sense.” Those lines on my face? Those are from growing up at the beach.
I can’t be a grampa!
I don’t wear black socks with shorts. I don’t drive for miles with my turn signal on--in a big car—with a death-grip on the steering wheel. I don’t tell stories without a point. I don't yell at the TV. I don’t forget where I left my keys. I don’t hate birthdays.
Yet, the evidence is there. And what beautiful evidence I have!
Oh, well. I guess I’ll have to get used to it.
As long as I don't have to wear those pants that go up to my armpits.

Comments

Congratulations Grampa Q!

So, you've come across the most uncomfortable truth of all.
We All Grow Old.
At least the lucky ones do. And as I remember my mother saying "I still see myself as a young person". I now understand what she was saying.
Have we gotten better with age? I hope so, there was so much to improve!
Still it wasn't that long ago you and I were kicking around in my '64 VW Bug . . . . . . . ... well, I did say I needed some improvement.

Don't worry about the wrinkles. They are a good thing. As Jimmy Buffet said, and he's in your age bracket, "Wrinkles only go where the smiles have been". And it sounds like your grandkids are going to add a few more. Congrats........grandpa!

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