I went to the gym last week, did my usual hour on the elliptical. As I was watching HGTV, the guy on the elliptical next to me started chatting me up, in a pleasant manner. He was age appropriate and rather attractive, so I was enjoying the banter. I admit, though I am totally in love, the positive affirmation from someone I don’t know did make me feel good.
But, here’s the thing. You can never let yourself get too cocky…
A short time later I was running errands (my daughter had pre ordered her Halloween costume and I told her I would pick it up at Party City). As I was walking home, some random person shouted:
“Nice Ass Grandma”
Of course I relayed this story to my friends. I got the following responses:
- OMG- I just told my Husband and he’s hysterical
- Well, at least he thought it was nice
- On behalf of all men I apologize
- Only in NYC
- Tell me more about the attractive guy at the gym
What was my response?
GRANDMA. He referred to me as a Grandma?
Now, I realize I am old enough to be a Grandma. I know that there are plenty of women my age who are Grandma’s. My cousin D, who is six years younger than me, just found out she is going to be a Grandma. So I get that. But I just don’t feel like a Grandma.
What does a Grandma feel like? I don’t really know, except to say that I don’t feel like one. When I think Grandma I think cozy cardigan sweaters, and little wire rim glasses- sort of like Mrs. Claus. And I know that’s not how Grandma’s look nowadays. I know Grandma’s can be hip and cool and fun. My Mom, obviously a Grandma, still looks youthful. But there’s just something about the connotation…
I know I have to come to the understanding that I am getting older. And getting older is not a bad thing- as we’ve stated before, it’s better than the alternative. I need to accept the fact that I am still the same person I have always been, but with a few extra lines and dryer skin, and knees that hurt when I take the stairs too quickly. But it’s OK. I know that one day I will be a very cool Grandma….