When I was five years old, I began telling everyone who would listen that “when I grow up, I’m going to be a teacher and a mommy”. And that desire and commitment never wavered for one second. I became a very popular babysitter (starting at age 10), a camp counselor, and a special education teacher.

And then 36 years ago, I became a mommy to a perfect baby boy. Finally. My wish had come true, and it was the very best day of my life. (I still remember every detail, but won’t bore you with them here.)

The second best day of my life occurred four years later when I delivered my second child, this time a perfect baby girl. I couldn’t have been happier, more proud, or more tired. But it was worth it; my family was complete.

The years went by, filled with teaching behaviorally challenged teens, running a home based preschool, and raising my two children. I loved being a mom. (Except the needing to make dinner EVERY night. Seriously? They needed to eat EVERY night?)

The years went by quickly. Then came the exciting news that my son and daughter-in-law were expecting a child in spring of 2021. My heart soared and I began counting down the days. As the birth date came closer, I made plans to be in Colorado for the birth, and to help the new family.

And now, the third best day of my life has come. I am now the proud grandmother of a beautiful, healthy baby boy. Because of Covid restrictions, I could not be at the hospital, so I anxiously waited alone for three days until his parents brought him home and placed him in my arms. My heart melted, and I instantly fell in love. Wow, what a feeling! To again hold a newborn, with his sweet smell, tiny body, and beautiful little face…yes, the wait was worth it.

But what really made this the third best day of my life was seeing my son achieve his life dream. Because he too, at age 4, after his sister was born, said to anyone one who would listen, “When I grow up, I’m going to be a daddy”. Now his lifelong wish had finally come true, and it was the best day of his life. And nothing is better than seeing my son experience that.

So now I will stay a couple more weeks, go back to California filled with love and wonderful memories, and immediately begin planning my next visit to Colorado. Such joy!