With two grown daughters in stable, marital relationships, it was, according to my friends, only a matter of time before I would join the band of grandparents. “Are they pregnant yet?” became the standard greeting of friends who lived far away and did not track my everyday movements. And I responded in kind: “how are you? Because me, I’m not a grandma yet.”
Truthfully, even though babies seemed to be multiplying by the minute among the offspring of my cohort of friends, I wasn’t jealous. My time would come.