Grandma Knows Best? Hmmm, maybe

Grandmothers are, mostly in my experience, nice ladies. Ok, some of them aren’t so nice and I know of at least one who refuses to be called a “grandmother.” What does she prefer? I don’t know. It was very confusing to hear the explanation and it made little sense to me. Bottom line? I think she’s resisting the idea she, like ALL of us, is aging. But is that a bad thing? Would we want to be some modern-day version of “The Portrait of Dorian Gray” or something out of a Vincent Price horror film? If you don’t know Vince Price, perhaps you should stop reading at this point.

Another grandmother I know enjoys being the grandmother to her five grandsons. They adore her and it’s adoration well-placed because she is a super person who is always there to help guide and defend them. Schoolwork? She’s right there helping them and, if it’s computers, she reaches out to everyone she knows to find help for them in that area.

Another grandmother is a delightful person who admits she has poor judgment. I can attest to that but I won’t go into details on it. Let those sleeping dogs lie. She knows it, I know it and now you know it. The important thing is that she has come around to admitting it after several awful mistakes that cost not just money but friendships.

​​SLXLM