And So It Goes

 A very old photo that is a little dark, and gloomy looking. It was taken at my parents' house, in an ugly sofa stage. My mom never liked this sofa (can't imagine why 😉). It was an in-betweener, until she found one that she loved. I'm 30 in this photo, holding my younger daughter, and opening a sucker for her, it looks like. My other daughter is sitting on the other side of my grandma, wearing her Royal Gorge t-shirt. In between, as I said, is my grandma...maternal.

The reason I'm writing about this, is that today, I'm the age my grandma was in this photo. Remember your grandma? She was old, right? Mine never lived near us, as we were growing up. One was 100 miles away, and the other, about 600 miles away. Time spent with them was precious, as it was never  enough.

But, to my point....our grandmas. They were loved dearly, and...old. Now that that's me, I'm a little appalled that I found them to be so old.😔 I guess until we find ourselves at that age, we lack the awareness that it's not really old at all. 

I remember asking my parents if cars had been invented yet, when they were growing up. I was pretty young when I asked that, but it was a legit question, right? Funny, the things we think to ask, as we're growing up. The daughter on my lap, now has a 7 year old son, who asked her recently, if there was color in the world as she was growing up, or was everything black and white. He had recently watched a black and white television show, and it crossed his mind that maybe that's how the world was, waayyyy back when mom was little. And so it goes.