Some chick I know told me she’s about to become a grandmother. What makes this news interesting to me is that this particular gal is four months younger than I. My oldest kid still can’t open a can of Spaghettios by himself. Her oldest is banging hotties and knocking them up. My youngest kid will be only four years older than her grandkid.
Even more, she said she is the last of her friends around her age who is not a grandmother. And that they are so happy to include her into their club. They’re apparently being sincere too and not acting in a “ha ha, your barely scraped through high school kid now working a low wage retail job is royally f-u-c-k-e-d just like our kids are” kind of way.
I don’t even know what to think about all this, but there’s certainly an entirely different mindset regarding parenthood and grandparenthood depending on which side of the tracks you’re on, that’s for sure.
Amen, brutha.
It’s a poverty mindset. A baby is an asset “they can’t take away” when you have nothing and believe you never will have anything. Meanwhile when you’re in upper class, you see a baby in that situation as a liability–a setback most poor people can’t overcome financially except by sheer strength of will.
I’ve actually had people my age who became grandparents around the time I was pregnant (after infertility) tell me they were glad their kids had their kids young so as not to NOT be able to have them later in life. I think that’s F’d up. It’s two totally different situations, and let’s face it, the less a person actually should be a parent, the more relentless their fertility will be. I give you Exhibit A, Brittney Spears.
If I become a grandparent before I’m 60, there’ll be some splainin to do.
Got ya beat, Cheese. A lady I play volleyball with became a grandmother the beginning of this year. She can’t be any older than 36.
I think the record for youngest grandmother is something like 28 or 30. Sick.