Looking back over my life, the most memorable and enjoyable experiences I had were as a mother. I still remember the joyful drive home from the doctor after learning my baby would be a girl. I remember how inept I felt when I didn't know any nursery rhymes to sing her to sleep with and instead sang "Silent Night." I recall being criticized by her preschool teacher when at 2 1/2 she didn't know how to use scissors, and I remember standing up for her when she was bullied by her classmates. The most cherished memories were the times we sat around the campfire, reading Bible stories, and eating S'MORES on our frequent camping trips. I loved being a mom.
One thing I've noticed is that people forget Grandma is a mom too. She may not have given birth to her grandchildren, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love them and desire to influence their little lives as if she had.
Grandmas, if they are allowed, can be a great source of support providing knowledge from personal experiences and sharing the wisdom gleaned from those experiences that can be passed down through the generations. I love being a grandma.
"I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois
and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well.
-2 Timothy 1 : 5