Children's children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.~ Proverbs 17:6 (NIV)
I am aged. Like cheese, wine, or moldy haunches of meat.
The gift of grandchildren transforms me into the category of 'aged.'
Does that make you feel old? It does me. Just yesterday I was considering how 52, soon to be 53, is not that old. 53 is a good respectable number. Now 60, that is approaching old and sounds much more mature.
LOL. Do you remember when people in their 30's were old in our young teenager eyes? No? Me, neither.
Truly, only old people accidently hit publish instead of save and throw out an incomplete post without any photos or edits. Sigh. Said the grandmother sitting at her computer blogging.
Aside from the fact that I, a grandparent, am aged, I am also crowned. My children's children are the crown of blessing deposited on my head.
And, oh, is my crown large and beautiful!
I choose to feel special and prized, just like that old cheese and wine. Prized and valued and claimed.
After all, I have a crown, gloriously brilliant with bright shiny faces, bubbling lips, gleeful hearts, and heartfelt hugs.
I am a grandparent.