There’s a special club I’ve been longing to join and it’s the one exclusively reserved for women of a certain age. Despite the occasional aching back, pronounced underarm jiggle, and invisibility factor many of us bemoan, there’s no doubt about it—age does have its privileges.
As a generation of outspoken women we’ve taken on the establishment many times over the years. Boomers battled the big guys and altered the social landscape in the political and private sectors, the military, and most certainly in the home front. In our drive for “power to the people” and a more equitable distribution of influence and wealth, we’ve often been viewed as counter-culture revolutionaries who were anti-establishment all the way.
But, if there were ever an institution we can all get behind, it’s the institution of grandmahood. In spite of this, as with every other social norm, we’re redefining the traditional role and making the art of becoming a grandmother uniquely our own. Some boomer grannies are living with and rearing their grandchildren, others are Skyping them. However far the physical distance, the emotional one is as close as a hug—even if that hug is a virtual one.
A few days ago I got to join this celebrated club. And although my membership is brand new, I have the undeniable tug at my heart that tells me it’s going to be one of the greatest delights of my life. Yes, age does have its privileges and grandmahood might just be the best of them all!