I promise you it is true. I am 65. I had my oldest at 23. She went and got married before 19, and had her daughter before 20. So her daughter who is now just 22 has just had this, her first child.
When I think about my difficult child, it is all a bit of a muddle of generations. Our difficult child is still living at home (he's just 24), and for example on Friday night he behaved disgustingly at the table, I said something and he flew off the handle, had a (admittedly small) meltdown and stormed out of the house, whereupon I sighed a great sigh of relief and we got on with our meal. This happens all the time. He is looking for an apartment to rent with a friend (boy), and I just can't wait. I hate having him live here at home. He's working, so he can afford to pay rent. He behaves disgustingly almost all the time.
I spoke to my granddaughter on the phone just before. She sounds happy and tired. My husband and I will travel to visit her tomorrow (by bus and train to the north of the country). It is so nice: my daughter (the new grandmother) works in the maternity ward of that hospital, so she will be looking after her own daughter and grandson! I can't wait to see them all. Now I must buy some presents for the new mother and her baby -- I think a nice blanket for the baby. What shall I get my granddaughter? Maybe a robe, I don't know. Maybe some perfume.
OK, must go. Got loads to prepare for the Rosh Hashanah festival, which is three days this year (including Saturday), and now this journey has been thrust upon us, so it's off to the housework and cooking and baking with me while I've still got the strength.
Love, Esther