I’m A Grandma

I'm a grandma Rebekah Koontz Rebecca Coonts

“So, Rebekah, what are you doing later?” Daniel asks me.

The clock on my phone reads 9:45pm. I squint at Daniel  like he’s lost his mind. “What do you mean later?”

“Later tonight.”

I blink three times, slowly. I planned on scurrying home and brewing a fresh mug of chamomile. I planned on stretching out the tendonitis in my wrists and wishing the dog sweet dreams. I planned on tidying my shoes and checking the status of my teeth. I planned on saying my prayers.

This was about the point I realized: I am a 22-year-old grandma.

I’ve always been an old soul. I knew it when my friends squealed over a game of tag and I would slump and sigh and say, “can’t we just sit and talk?”

They tease me, to this day.

Growing up, I felt bad. I was forever the voice of reason, the stick in the mud. I was no fun. I viewed TP-ing a cute boy’s house as a desperate cry for attention. I thought pranks were mean. Running was exhausting, so why play tag? Hide-and-go-seek was a terrible game of how long can you hide until your bladder explodes–last one to the bathroom is the winner!

No one taught me to be this way.

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People ask me if I’ve changed since middle school. I haven’t grown since middle school—in any way.

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I look exactly the same. Though, I’m happy to report my voice has deepened.

Instead, I’ve begun to age into my personality.

I’m no longer a stick in the mud, I’m the responsible one.

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I have a cabinet fully stalked with tea and hot chocolate. I’m always ready for a nice long chat. 

I consider it my duty to pass on my eternal wisdom, whether people want to hear it or not.

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I begin monotonous, excruciatingly never-ending conversations with phrases like back in my day—or—kids these days.

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Yes, I admit to sometimes getting annoyed when my peers don’t straighten up, be smartand act respectful! For PETE’S SAKE. You kids are aging me. 

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I get excited over naps, clipping my toenails, TV shows, and sales on coffee creamer. When I’m feeling crazy, I wear fuzzy novelty socks (and the socks totally match the nearest holiday). Solitaire is my jam.

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I’m terrified of falling. I judge you silently behind my monocle. I don’t stay out late. I don’t drink. And I will pound you if you eat the last strawberry yogurt in the fridge without “putting it on the list.”

I think I’m a fun person because I watch all the kid movies as soon as they hit the theater, and I’m witty. I never say no to frozen yogurt after church on Sundays. My goal is to own one cardigan in every color and then I will never be cold. I know how to knit.

I am a grandma.

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6 thoughts on “I’m A Grandma

  1. Here’s to being a grandma! I’m totally the same. I have the same bedtime on the weekends as I do during the week. The craziest thing I’d do would be to stay up one hour later than usual. Otherwise, I read, I watch youtube videos, I color my book… As for exciting, sometimes I go out with friends during the weekend and explore something new. That’s how intense it gets lol

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