Sunday, November 9, 2014


My own lovely daughter doing the "pose"
Over the past few years I’ve noticed most girls and young women pose in a hand-on-hip stance when getting their picture taken. They stand at a slight angle to the camera with one hip out just a bit and their hand on that hip. It’s sort of a model’s pose and it’s become the norm. I suppose it’s supposed to make one look thinner in the camera’s eye. Years ago I read something in O, The Oprah Magazine about how to pose for a photo.  The instructions went something like “chin up, shoulders back and breasts to the sun”. I have no desire to take on the hands-on-hip pose of the teens and twenty-somethings, but Oprah’s instructions have carried me through my forties and into my fifties.

Me doing the "grandma pose"
Yesterday I realized there’s a new pose in vogue.  It’s a pose for those of us in the grandparent years and I see it over and over in photos friends post with their infant grandchildren.  Yesterday I had my husband take a first photo of me with our new grandson.  When I looked at it later as I was posting to Facebook, sure enough, there I was doing the “Grandma” pose – body turned slightly from the camera, baby cuddled up against my chest, me looking at the camera with, of course, a huge smile on my face.  This pose may not make me look thinner and, with a baby in my arms, it’s tough to tell what might be happening with my breasts, but holding my grandson for the first time and realizing I am embarking on a wondrous new journey, left me unconcerned about shoulders, hips and chins, yet completely camera-ready.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Layers of Love

As we await the arrival of our first grandchild, friends who are already grandparents have been telling us about the wonders we are about to experience. They have gushed about the warm, wondrous ways of grandchildren. We’ve been told the relationship with this new person will be like no other. I think of how dramatically our son and daughter-in-law’s life will change and, yet, I’m told ours will as well. I’m already feeling an extreme level of love and concern and what I’ve realized, and this is, perhaps, the basis of the intense feelings we’re told we’re about to experience, is that my love and concern come in layers. I not only worry about a myriad of possibilities regarding the yet-to-be-born grandchild (because worrying is part of what I do), but I also worry about my son and daughter-in-law.  I not only love my yet-to-be-born grandchild (because love is also part of what I do), I also love my son and daughter-in-law.  It’s as if every joy, every concern, every laugh, every tear is amplified because it affects not only this new little person, but also two adults I love.

I didn’t set out to have seven kids.  I loved the first one with what I thought was all my heart.  Yet, with each additional child, the love volume of my heart grew correspondingly. Now, as we anticipate this new relationship, it’s as if an entirely new annex has opened up in my heart and the path to this annex is through the layer of love and family already there.

Open the door – I’m going in.