After all, change is the only constant in the world.
As you may have guessed, the latest change in our world has been the birth of my first grandchild, Princess Squishy Face, who made her grand entrance last week.
I must say in total objectivity, she’s a beauty. But I digress.
Her arrival no doubt altered our worlds. How could it not? A couple instantly became a family, mothers and fathers were now grandparents, brothers became uncles, and so on.
There’s no denying such powerful internal changes.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the changes showed externally, too — if all the world could take one look at us and know that something was different. That things that were one way only moments before were now another way.
Assuming it did show, I wondered how I was wearing it. I hoped it suited me — that I donned a regal glow of beauty as if I were going to a charity ball, prompting people to say things like, "Did you see her new look? It’s so becoming on her.”
I wondered if I’d be able to define myself as a grandmother in the same way one might define a career. Or if grandmotherhood was more of a stepping-into process, whereby the role defines the new grandmother.
While I don’t have any of those answers yet, I do have an oversized tote full of crayons, chocolate and hard candies and little packets of Wet-Naps at the ready. And one way or another, I’m ready for a starring role as a grandmother.
After all, change is the only constant.