My grandparents were young grandparents (44 when my older sister was born), and my husband’s parents are also. It’s kinda nice. My inlaws have taken each grandchild (or pairs) an really nice vacations with lots of sight seeing and trekking. If they were 15 years older I think they’d be enjoying their teenaged grandchildren mainly by occasional quiet (boring) visits.
Myself, I became a great uncle 24 hours after I was married. I was 28 at the time.
(My wife is the baby of the family, her oldest brother’s youngest son (19 at the time I think)'s girlfriend was pregnant. He still came to our wedding the day before she gave birth (19 year olds aren’t famous for their responsibility) and went fishing with his uncles and brothers the day after the wedding while his girlfriend was giving birth. He’s grown up a lot and become more responsible in the ten years since though (he and gf are now married). (What else makes me feel old is that her oldest brother’s oldest son is my age (well, about 6 months younger than me. I tell him to call me “Unkie Dave” for the hoot of it. )
I comfort myself in the fact that a) my wife is the baby of her family (I mentioned that a few times, right? :D) and b) I’m only a great uncle (a couple times over now) because I married a great aunt.
I was a grandma (or a nana, to be precise) three years ago at the tender age of 48. My second grandson is due in May. Would rather be a little on the younger side to keep up with them. Of course, I also have a 9 year old son…
And turn down that blasted music, ya bunch of rotten punks!
The problem with these kids nowadays is…
they’re too young!
Last night when I left the hospital I whispered in the babies ear “I have to leave now. I’m gonna go home and bang your Grandma!” My wife told me I was now officially a dirty old man. How right she is. And I’m going to be one until i’m a dead old man!