curious2c
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Well...as a few of you may know...I am very very soon to be a grandfather. This whole last nine months has been...a learning experience for me. At first, the knowledge that my daughter was pregnant...well...proof that she was having sex...OMG. Didn't need to know this.
Then as the stomach grows, her attitudes and changes she goes through...Reminded me of when her mother was pregnant with her and later her brothers.
Now...final stages of pregnancy, she goes in to be induced tomorrow. I have been ambivelant about all of this because it has seemed...surreal...until tomorrow.
Tomorrow, if things go right, I will become a grandfather. That one thing that I kinda like and kinda hate. Like it because I get to spoil a baby. Watch him grow up. Get to take him on rides on the (hopefully finished and ready to ride soon) Harley/custom bike. I am looking forward to that.
Hate it because there is no going back now. I am being shown my age and how much that I intended to get done or even to try and do, and haven't done. Knowing that my daughter is single, and may be back with the father of the baby, but no real signs of a permanent relationship. (something that I find to be pretty important for a child to have...stablity.)
when I go back to work in a week, I will have to have about a hundred cigars, and some pictures of the new addition to my family. Gray hairs begining to show up faster and faster. (I have that 'distiguished' thing going on, you know...temple gray, top dark still.)
How did I get to be so old, when did it happen? What fucking hill? Aughghghghghgh!!!!!
Whew! feel a bit better now...shoulders were getting a bit hard to hold up there for a minute.
Anyway...Tomorrow I become a GRANDPA, or GRAMPS, or GRANDFATHER, or GRANDDAD, or POPPA or what ever the little tyke decides to call me. (I owuld prefer Dave...but everyone in my immediate family is shocked at that. Go figure...My name isn't good enough for the little guy to call me by?
Then as the stomach grows, her attitudes and changes she goes through...Reminded me of when her mother was pregnant with her and later her brothers.
Now...final stages of pregnancy, she goes in to be induced tomorrow. I have been ambivelant about all of this because it has seemed...surreal...until tomorrow.
Tomorrow, if things go right, I will become a grandfather. That one thing that I kinda like and kinda hate. Like it because I get to spoil a baby. Watch him grow up. Get to take him on rides on the (hopefully finished and ready to ride soon) Harley/custom bike. I am looking forward to that.
Hate it because there is no going back now. I am being shown my age and how much that I intended to get done or even to try and do, and haven't done. Knowing that my daughter is single, and may be back with the father of the baby, but no real signs of a permanent relationship. (something that I find to be pretty important for a child to have...stablity.)
when I go back to work in a week, I will have to have about a hundred cigars, and some pictures of the new addition to my family. Gray hairs begining to show up faster and faster. (I have that 'distiguished' thing going on, you know...temple gray, top dark still.)
How did I get to be so old, when did it happen? What fucking hill? Aughghghghghgh!!!!!
Whew! feel a bit better now...shoulders were getting a bit hard to hold up there for a minute.
Anyway...Tomorrow I become a GRANDPA, or GRAMPS, or GRANDFATHER, or GRANDDAD, or POPPA or what ever the little tyke decides to call me. (I owuld prefer Dave...but everyone in my immediate family is shocked at that. Go figure...My name isn't good enough for the little guy to call me by?