I came late to the Grandmother Party. By the time my 30th high school reunion rolled around, I was one of the few in my entire class who didn't have a grandchild. I was amazed that one of my classmates already had six – at 48 years old. But then again, she did have two sets of twins.
My youngest child was the first to marry, followed six months later by my oldest child. Only the middle child remains in a content state of solitude.