You hear a lot these days about the "sandwich generation"...folks "in their 50s or 60s, sandwiched between aging parents, adult children and grandchildren. OR Those in their 30s and 40s, with young children, aging parents and grandparents." (term coined by Carol Abaya)

Technically, I should be a member of the Sandwich Generation, although they really don't have a definition that fits me. I'll soon be in my 50s, I have a young child, and I guess my mother is considered "aging" at 74 (although she'd probably be offended by it ;-) ).

What I really am is a generation straddler. I don't really fit in with any generation...on the other hand, I fit in with several. I have a lot in common with Jesse's friends' parents...school, soccer, kid's movies, etc. But I also have a lot in common with their grandparents...we lived through the same events.

Meanwhile, I went to a Pampered Chef party last night at a friend's house. One of the women commented that her mother needs to be more careful. It seems that her mom broke a finger while sledding with her granddaughter. Her mom is 51.

At the same party, someone asked me how Jesse was doing with swimming. We're proud of him...he's qualified for 10 events at Regionals in three weeks. And his team has been invited by Harvard University to watch the Harvard-Yale-Princeton (HYP) meet next weekend. Another woman, whose son swims for Yale, asked which college he swims for. (Uh...none. He's in third grade ;-).)

So I enjoyed reading Adair Lara's article on MSN today. She's three years older than I am, and she's been trying to figure out what she wanted her grandaughters to call her, because she's too young to be called "grandma". And she doesn't look anything like Fisher-Price's picture of a grandma...although I might by the time Jesse has kids ;-)