EDITOR’S NOTEThis is a new column by staff writer Karen Nazor Hill about the joys and challenges of being a 21st-century grandparent.
Being a mother is one of the greatest joys of my life. Many of the happiest moments I’ve experienced in my 59 years have been because of my four kids. And, to be honest, there have been some lows, too.
My four children are now grown and living their lives.
For many years, my children lived on the West Coast. Two were in Montana, and two lived in California. Three of the four moved back to the Chattanooga area in the last few years. My youngest, 29, is in graduate school in LaJolla, Calif.
About five years ago, I got a phone call from my oldest daughter in Montana that would forever change my life. She called to tell me she was pregnant.