Why I love Being an Oma at 50
Oma: Like a Grandmother but so much cooler
Turning 50 is a huge milestone in life
Although I had no trouble turning forty, 50 really hit me hard. I mean I’m half a century!
Half. a. century.
I worked hard over the year to celebrate the milestone with many smaller parties scattered throughout the months.
I particularly had fun with “Nacho Average 50-year-old party” — Mexican themed of course.
But even though I am nearing the other side of the hill, the one thing that I thought would make me feel even older has actually made me feel younger!
My grandbabies. (Or grandbugs as hubby and I lovingly call them.)
I love being an Oma at 50 because:
- I have the strength and stamina to bicycle for an hour with my granddaughter jabbering away in the attached bike seat. And hike in the woods with my granddaughter on my back in the backpack. And clean my floors with the baby in the front pack carrier.
At 50, I have the time and the energy to do things. I’m not climbing the corporate ladder or taking courses on the side to pad my education. I have the disposable income to purchase the right equipment and I like having the company.
- When out with my daughter and two granddaughters, strangers ask if the older child is mine.
With so many women opting to have children later in life, this isn’t totally “out there”. It’s a huge shot in the arm though. I will give credit to my recent love-affair with facials. I think they have done wonders to rid my face of age spots.
- I never knew my grandparents. Both my maternal and paternal grandparents lived in the Netherlands and died at an early age.
At age 7, I took a family trip to Holland to arrive the day of my grandmother’s funeral. I never got to know her in person. I remember looking at her in the casket and thinking that she was awfully short. I want my grandbugs to have much better memories of me.
- I like that I get a “do-over” and can use (or not use) parenting advice that worked (or didn’t work) with my own kids.
I thought I did okay as a mother, but my young adult children sometimes claim that I did not. It’s said that hindsight is 20/20, so I like that I get to try again with these little ones.
- I get to talk on and on about my grandbabies to my friends (because I have this right as a grandmother) while they just have to smile and nod.
Many of my friends still have young children in grade school. They can brag about their achievements but they don’t get the badge of honour that entitles me to talk ad nauseam.
- I get to experience the world through their eyes; sharing their excitement of learning new things.
I personally love to learn. But as you grow older you kind of forget and take for granted many of the interesting and fascinating things of this world. Hanging out with my grandbugs reminds me of this.
My grandchildren have made me feel okay about turning 50. I truly feel blessed to be an Oma and love every moment of it. I highly recommend it.