Being a grandmother is the greatest joy of my life

Then, watching and waiting for the big day to arrive brought with it a sense of emotion that was truly magical and in a way, unexplainable. The moment I saw this miracle happen before me, I found myself filled with such a strong attachment.

Seeing this child—and falling in love with him immediately—was an experience like nothing else. I wanted to protect him. To love him. To hug and kiss him. I wanted to be there for every moment, big or small. Every milestone. Always.

And then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, we welcomed another grandson. I was worried because I didn’t know how I could love another little person as much as my first grandson. My first born grandson still holds a special place in my heart, but something amazing happened—I didn’t love him any less, my heart just got bigger. Exponentially bigger. And it allowed for another special place of my heart. Forever!

And, just like that, I get to experience the magic all over again.

Honestly, I wish I were able to be a grandparent , before being a mom. Being a grandparent has taught me to have endless amounts of patience. But, most importantly, I’ve learned to be in the moment. Something I was never able to do as a mom. Maybe because I was caught up in the daily to-dos. And in trying to make everything “perfect” which I realize now is not what is most important.

Whatever it is, I am present, I am in it. And I don’t want to miss a single thing.

Their hugs, snuggles and smiles melt my heart every time. The way they light up when they see me is truly the best medicine. I could be having the worst day, and those little faces are able to turn it right around.

We recently took a trip to Disney , the most magical place on Earth—and just like that, a place I had been many times before, was new again. I love experiencing the world through their eyes. I didn’t need to see the shows, rides or characters. I found myself watching their faces fill with excitement. I was hanging on their every word, and laughing along with them. And I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a second of it.

Being a grandparent means something different to everyone. To me, being a grandparent is…

…being able to play all day.

…singing SO loud, even though I can’t carry a tune—but not caring.

…laughing uncontrollably at their baby belly laughs.

….melting at the sight of them.

…missing them when I don’t see them—even if it’s just a day.

…not getting enough of them.

…seeing the world totally anew through their tiny brown eyes.

I have truly won the lottery. My two little buddies are the best gift ever! And I am so blessed and grateful for this time in my life.