I thought my Mom was older.

You know growing up I always thought my Mom was older than she seems to have turned out to be. She was only in her 30's when I was in high school but I considered that to be old at the time. She wasn't "cool" or "in". She dressed like a Mom, did her hair like a Mom and talked like a Mom. It just seems very strange to me that when I was in my 30's I felt like I was still so young. I was "cool" and "in" in my mind, but probably not my kids. Now I am a grandmother, which I love, but how is that possible when I am only in my 40's? I am supposed to be gray haired, and wrinkled, and wearing house coats. Right? Well, that was how my grandmother was when I was little and the funny thing is she looks exactly the same to this day, she hasn't changed a bit in these 30 some years since my "young" days. Now I am a grandma and I am wondering how I got here without turning into the grandma I have pictured in my mind. That's not what I see in the mirror and I like it that way. I don't want the grey hair or the wrinkles and I really don't want to wear house coats! I like that I wear that same jeans that my 22 year old daughter wears. I like that I can wear her shirts and we swap shoes so that we have even more to wear. We color our hair, but that's not a grandma thing, that's a "I like that color better than my real color" thing, and my daughters do it too. I do use wrinkle cream at night but thankfully that is to keep them from happening to me, which I know they eventually will. I like being a grandma in this age where grandma's are young and vibrant and still do crazy things sometimes but we love more and better than when we were the Mom because we can.