there were Grandmothers. Well, I don't suppose Cain and Able had one, but their kids did--her name was Eve. I'm willing to bet that Eve missed her lovely garden and the abundant ready-to-eat meals served on trees, since she had to become accustomed to manual labor. Like baking unleavened bread and weaving her own baskets.
I was not cut out to be that kind of grandmother--or mother, for that matter. So instead of being born during biblical times, I was born during the Baby Boom. I dreamed of growing up to become a famous journalist or politician or a rich artist.I never dreamed I'd be a grandma.
But here I am, one of millions of first-time young grandmothers who is trying on this new role. There are lots of you out there, join me in this journey. I'll spring for an apron with a little bling. You bring the unleavened bread.
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