Becoming a Grandma: She’s Not Even Here Yet, But She Already Owns My Wallet (and My Heart)

Becoming a grandma is a new chapter full of joy, love, and discovery. Here's how this season is changing everything for me.

I always knew I wanted to be a mom. That part of my identity was never a question—it’s who I am. Raising my kids stretched me, broke me open, and made me better in ways I didn’t know I needed.

But somewhere in the background of that dream? There was another one.

I wanted to be a grandma, too.

And let me tell you… I’m diving into this role like it’s a competitive sport.

The Shopping Olympics of Becoming a Grandma 🛒👶

She’s not even here yet and somehow she already has more clothes than I do.

Baby socks? Bought ’em. Outfits she’ll wear once? Add to cart. Bows so big they could double as satellite dishes? Oh yes, we have those too.

My husband pretends to give me the side-eye, but don’t let him fool you. He’s the guy who held up two tiny onesies and said, “Just get both.” Uh-huh. Busted.

At this point, Target and Amazon should probably just forward all baby girl merchandise directly to my house. Save us all some time.

The Emotional Side (AKA Why Am I Crying in the Baby Aisle?) 😭

Here’s the thing nobody tells you: becoming a grandma sneaks up on your heart in the weirdest ways.

I find myself tearing up at… socks. SOCKS. They’re literally two inches of fabric, but I look at them and suddenly I’m ugly-crying in aisle 7 like it’s the end of a Nicholas Sparks movie.

A lullaby I haven’t heard in years.

The way light falls across the empty nursery.

A tiny hat with bear ears.

Boom. Tears.

And the wildest part? It’s not sadness. It’s something softer. Something fierce. A love that hasn’t even fully arrived yet, but already feels endless.

Midlife Plot Twist 🌸

Midlife has been a rollercoaster—kids growing up, the house getting quieter, trying to figure out who I am outside of “mom.” It’s emotional and strange and beautiful and sometimes lonely.

But this? Becoming a grandma?

It feels like the start of a whole new chapter.

One I didn’t even know I was waiting for.

And maybe that’s the reminder I needed:

You’re not done.

I’m not done.

There’s still so much love to give.

So many roles left to grow into.

So many reasons to cry at socks.

The Takeaway 🎀

She’s not even here yet, but this little girl has already changed everything. She’s teaching me—before she even takes her first breath—that life doesn’t stop after motherhood. It expands.

It makes room for new chapters, new roles, and yes, a few too many baby bows.

And if my husband asks how much I spent this time? Well… let’s just say the answer is: “Worth every penny.”

Want More of This Midlife Circus?

• Watch me cry over baby socks (and overspend on bows) on TikTok → [@carriesvibe_]

• Catch the unfiltered, funny, messy realness on Instagram → [@carriesvibe]

• Shop the baby picks I definitely didn’t need but couldn’t resist → [Amazon ]

Pink baby booties stacked on soft folded baby clothes for a first granddaughter