. . . and then, there I was . . .

Once upon a time I was a young girl of twenty. I met and married my "everything-is-wonderful-about-him dream guy. We've lived a happy life together, gone here and there, and done this and that. I bore and have loved being a mother to 5 great kids. Life has been good. We've learned, grown, been challenged, found satisfaction and joy.
After a few years our oldest child got married to a Perfect-for-him-in-everyway-gal. Love her! Then our second oldest child got married to a Perfect-for-him-in-everyway-gal. Love her, too! One day I went to the hospital with our first daughter (in-law) and watched a miracle happen--our first grandchild was born. I was at the birth of my own 5 children but things were different at this granddaughter's birth. Since I wasn't distracted by contractions or pushing, I just witnessed this little girl come into the world. I was in awe. And then, there I was, a Grandma! Two years later another "pink" baby arrived, (Smile), and we're just getting started with this next generation thing.
Not long ago my college-aged daughter asked me which I liked best, being a mom or a grandma. This was my reply, " I love being a Grandma. I feel like a grandchild's love is an extra bit of goodness in a parent's life and vice versa. But nothing beats being a Mom. You love, sacrifice, work, teach, and nurture your child and in return you are the center of his world. And that feels so good. Being a mom is the best! Being a grandma is magical!