And, of course, there was Jason — my grandson, my pride and joy, my reason for canceling anything and everything at a moment’s notice.

Kelly, my daughter-in-law, seemed happy enough to let me have him whenever she had “stuff” to do. Stuff that happened nearly every day.

“Clementina, can you watch Jason for a few hours?”
“Would you mind putting him to bed tonight?”
“Could you grab him early from school tomorrow?”

Every time, Jason would come running toward me, arms wide. “Grandma!” That word alone could keep me smiling for days.

Jack, my son, probably thought his wife was supermom. He’d come home from work to a clean house and a cheerful kid, never realizing that I was the reason for both