Age is just a number and numbers are fun to deal with. I was always excellent in math and found it quite exciting to do. When I was twenty, I became an aunt for the first time to my brother’s first child. I loved this little girl from the moment I got the title of aunt. I went out that night I became an aunt, up to The Read’s Drug Store and bought her the first baby doll she received. It was thirty-six inches tall and it was so large, she could not play with it until she was about three years old. I became a first time grandmother at age fifty-eight and that was a thrilling moment. I became a great aunt when I was forty-seven and that was from the above first niece having grown up and having her first daughter. Smart girl that she was, the baby was born on my forty-seventh birthday. Then she, the great niece had a baby boy almost three years ago, and I have the distinction of being a great, great aunty. That is so sweet too.
When my friend called to tell me about eleven years ago, that she was becoming a grandmother for the first time at age seventy-two and half, I was thrilled for her. She said “I am the oldest first time grandmother in Pikesville,Randallstown.” I said “so what, it happened and that is wonderful, regardless of your age.” So it was, because that little girl was the apple of her eye and the joy of her life. The grandmother passed away in November 2011 and so she left this darling child to always remember her with love and warmth. She never looked at her grandmother as being older than some of her friends’ grandparents. To her, she was Nana and Nana was special.