So…I’m gonna be a Grandpa…Maybe Papa…Or Nampa…
I heard the words…daughter and pregnant…and for some reason I didn’t react the way I thought I would. Don’t get me wrong…I was pissed about it, for many reasons…for starters she’s too young and has her whole life ahead of her. 18 years old is not the age to be having a baby…notice I didn’t say starting a family. And another reason…of course I don’t like the boyfriend, I’ll save you from the words and names I normally call him…let’s just say you’ve seen it in a baby’s diaper before.
Let’s face it…the chances of these 2 staying together and making a family together statistically speaking is slim to none…and to be honest it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. My daughter will have plenty of support from family to be able to make a life for herself and the baby that she’s not gonna be tied to this guy for the rest of her life because of the baby.
As a dad…I’m here to pick up the pieces…As pissed off as I am…
I have to be supportive, I have to show her that I’m here with a shoulder to cry on and someone to talk to, whether I want to hear what she has to say or not..or vice versa. This not the time to judge the decisions she’s made. She’s disappointed enough in herself for letting it happen, she’s not going around bragging about it by any means. She knows there will be a lot of looks and stares, not to mention the things people will think and say.
It’s not like she planned to get pregnant at 18.
It’s not like she planned to have her life turned upside down.
She has plans and goals for herself in life. This doesn’t mean she can’t still achieve those goals…she’ll just have to rearrange her plans to do so.
It is what it is.
To try and make myself feel better about it I told my wife the joke that Steve Martin said in the movie “My Blue Heaven”
“What can you do to light bulb that you can’t do to a pregnant woman?
You can unscrew a light bulb.”
My daughter has yet to talk to me about it…I’m sure she’s afraid to what I’m might say. I guess at 18 years old I’d be scared too. If she would just sit down with me and talk to me…she might just be surprised what I have to say. Instead I get attitude and disrespectful comments when I try to talk to her…I’m chalking it up as a defense mechanism,but it’s building a rift between us. I’m trying to keep my cool, but sometimes she really pushes my buttons. I vent to my wife…and that’s not always the best thing to do either…So I guess I should keep the venting to myself or find another way to vent out my frustration.
Back to the news of becoming a grandpa…
I’m not old enough to be one…at least I don’t think I am. When I think of grandpa’s, I think of old guys..like my dad and my grandpa. Distinguishing gray hair and wrinkles…someone ready to retire from work and be able to watch the grand kids whenever they want to. I’m 41 years old…I have a sprinkle of gray hair, not a wrinkle on on my face, and probably another 30 years of work ahead of me. Maybe they didn’t think they were old either when they 1st became a grandfather. Maybe hearing the news that they were going to be a grandfather aged them faster than they wanted…I swear in the last week since I heard the news I’ve aged about 25 years.
The funny thing is my daughter has already calculated her potential due date…May 27th, 2016…My 42nd birthday…
I’ll probably have a full head of gray hair by then.
Grandpa sounds like an old man…
Maybe I’ll go with PopPop, at least it sounds fun.