49 weeks. 343 days. That’s how long I have been planning this blog – from the moment I discovered I was going to be a Grandparent.
I realise it may seem trivial or insignificant – after all it’s hardly headline news. It’s what is supposed to happen – you get married, have children, they grow up, they have children. But the news hit me like the proverbial truck and for the first time that I can ever remember, I was completely lost for words.
Of course now I know why, but on December 1st 2016 I was just dumbstruck.
How the hell can I be a Grandma?
To my everlasting shame I shifted the focus onto my daughter, implying that she wasn’t ready, that she would never cope with a baby.
The truth of the matter was that I did not want to face the fact that I was getting old
There is freedom in facing up to the truth and accepting one’s shortcomings. I still have a way to go with that.
I’m going to be real, even if it makes me cringe. I’m going to be brave, which is tough when your initial audience is friends and family. For the first time in my life I am going to be me – all be it behind a blog.
This is my personal account of self-discovery. My battle with my many demons and my struggle to come out of my comfort zone and face things that have been tucked neatly away for decades. You will
There is a huge amount of vanity, self-pity and more than just a touch of drama.
I hope you will join me on this honest and emotional journey.
Lots more photos to come, but for now, here’s me with a monkey.