In my life, I have been called a LOT of names to include Tonto, Kimosabe, Tatonka, John, Johnny, Little Johnny, Dear, Husband, Dad, Asshole, Prick, and many more. But for the first time in my life, I will be called Grandpa. It appears squirrel girl is going to have a squirrelette. I notified my coworkers today and was greeted with "How do you feel?" or "Is this good?"

Both are very good questions. Actually and honestly, I don't know how I feel. I am happy for my child to be having a baby. But the thought of me being a sexually-active totally hip and modest grandpa is causing me some pause.Why do I have a problem with this? What is it about being a grandpa? Is it the stigma that grandpas in general are old crotchety farts? Is it the feeling that maybe age is finally catching up to me? Or is it simply that after being a Dad after all of these years, I now will have to LEARN how to be a grandpa?

You read that right...learn. I had to learn how to be a father. I had to learn how to be a husband. Both of these tasks seemed fairly simple to me since I saw the interaction between my mother and step-dad, and my mother and me. But the relationship of a male figure with the grandchild is foreign to me. I am sure I will step up to the challenge.

Another thing...what if this child is (dare I say it) a...boy? Having nothing but girls in the house means I know what ot expect. But to create a relationship with a boy child...let alone a boy grandchild, may be beyond my realm of thinking. Argh! OK...back to work for now. Just had to get this out.