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Want to See a Picture of My Grandson?
Of Course You Do!
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the moment you become a grandparent, it becomes imperative that you show everyone whose path you cross photos of your grandchild.
How do I know? Three years ago, I became one of them — A Grandparent Who Will Force You to Look at Photos of Their Grandkids.
There is no escaping me. If we spend any time together, you will view a photo of Benji. I’ve showed his fetching little face to co-workers, strangers on the bus, the dental hygienist before I’d let her clean my teeth and of course, my plumber.
I feel sorry for grandmas who lived in the pre-smart phone era. They, poor souls, had to carry grandchild photos in their wallets.
And before that? I’m sure that Grandmas have always managed.
“Would you care to see this tintype of my grandson?” I imagine one 19th Century grandma saying to another. “His face is blurred because to get a good image you need to sit perfectly still for 20 seconds, and no baby can do that. Still — isn’t his blurry little face just precious?”
And if any of the artists who created those prehistoric cave paintings were grandparents? I’m sure that among the drawings of rivers and birds and trees you’ll find drawings of adorable grandkids.
