Right there is the problem. It's not that I can't offer the same love and attention to my granddaughters that I did with my own three children when they were babes. I can still get down on the floor and color in coloring books; I can play the bucking horse to Julia's cowgirl; I can do the Easter bunny thing and hide the eggs or race around the park. But once I'm down there on the floor it's harder than it used to be to get back up. I can hide the eggs, but if Julia can't find them all, I probably can't remember where I hid them, either. And in a foot race against that child, I'm just glad she's only 2. Another couple of years and she'll be leaving me in the dust. My heart is still in it, but my body is not as springy as it was a quarter century ago/Kathy Hedberg, Moscow-Pullman Daily News. More here.

Question: Does being a grandparent -- if you are one -- make you feel old?