Becoming an Antique {Thoughts from a First-Time Grandma}

It happened when I least expected it.

An early morning call that caught me off guard. She called and said that she wanted to show me something that she had been working on. I was in the midst of school drop-off and said that I would call her back later.

I got sidetracked and forgot to call back. She is really handy and has been doing home improvements, so I figured I would call back when I could check out the new project at my leisure.

So the call came in – a FaceTime call that changed my life.

It was our typical call, “Hey there, so sorry, I forgot to call you back.” And then she said, “Well, I want to show you what I have been working on.”

To my surprise, she shows me a picture of a onesie that declares that there is something in the oven, along with a few positive pregnancy tests.

My eyes welled up with tears as I, in that very moment, realized that I was going to be a “Tiki.” My version of Grandma. I was becoming an antique.

At that very moment, everything was different. My son was going to become a father. My family tree would grow by a new branch and for a brief moment, I felt old.

That lasted only a moment. 

I’m not sure if I had blinders on before that special FaceTime call, but I now saw the future clearly.

Antiques are treasured, antiques are weathered, antiques are unique, antiques have value.  My gray hairs seem to sparkle now, and I am looking forward to this spring when I get to meet my grandson.

This “Tiki” can’t wait to hold him and share with him all of the things I have learned in this life. So Baby Knox, get ready for this silver, curly-haired, over the hill, past her prime Grandma, because I’ve got stories to tell you about your “Daddy” and how he changed my life, too.

Rumor has it that becoming a grandparent is an amazing adventure. I’ve heard it is even better than the title Mom. So if you are a Gigi, a Mimi, an Oma, a Gma, a Memaw – whatever they call you – this sure is a great place to be.