I saw my grandbaby today. His existence overwhelms me. It's all the old cliches: He's amazingly beautiful, etc. I wasn't expecting such a strong reaction (was half thinking that I don't want the responsibility of being a grandma - I wasn't that great at being a ma). When my son or daughter-in-law referred to me as grandma, it didn't seem like they were talking about me. It's hard for me to think of myself that way. It's hard to explain, so I'll stop.