I thought becoming a Mother was the best experience any human could have.  I thoroughly enjoyed my children as the grew up.  Each new stage was my favorite stage.  There were a few during the teen years that were less my favorite than other, but we got through it.  As my children grew into adulthood  I have come to realize I was wrong.  Motherhood is not the greatest blessing Grandmotherhood is.   I have to say that this is the single best job I have ever had.  It is total bliss.  With your children you are so concerned with getting it right that you miss out on so much.  You realize once you have grandchildren what is truly important.  Love hugs and understanding.  It is not so important that the dishes get done at this moment.  It is more important that when that little fella wants to sit on Grammys lap he gets to sit on Grammys lap.  Matching socks don’t seem to matter in Grammys house. And most certainly Grammy is going to intently listen to any story he reads out of the Three Little Pigs Book.  Baking cookies seem to be more fun for Grand kids and the mess never seems to be too much.  Finger painting on the patio door with the peanut butter sandwich become cute instead of just something else I have to clean up.  Little guy climbing into your bed on an overnighter is no longer an inconvenience it is a wonderful cuddly evening and a little wake up peck on you lips in the morning.   you can never sufficiently explain to someone with out children the feeling of  becoming a parent,  it is ten times better becoming a Grandparent.