I thought I'd do a "day in the life" post to share a little bit of my personal journey with you. And yesterday was kind of a big day.

One of the roles in my life that I most cherish is my role as a grandmother. And I try hard to spend quality time and do fun things with my grandchildren, all 12 of them. It's not work, it's my absolute pleasure.

A Big Day!

Yesterday was one of those days. I took my granddaughter Grace and one of her friends to the New York State Fair for a concert appearance by their beloved Niall Horan, formerly of One Direction, currently touring as a solo artist. It was the fair's final day, and it was Labor Day. All week I've been hearing reports of overflowing parking lots and being advised to park off site, and take a bus to the fair. I was also hearing reports of people waiting hours for those buses. The weather report was also ominous, with storms threatening. 

But we arrived and parked with zero problems. No lines, no waiting, and we got to the fair in record time, and had time to enjoy rides and deep fried Oreos before we had to go claim our seats. (90 minutes prior to the concert's start time, because it was a free performance, and seats were not guaranteed.)

Holding our territory...

The audience was seated in rows of benches in an open air, outdoor arena with zero shelter or shade. Thick, black clouds hovered over us, though, offering complete protection from the sun and probably preventing dozens of sunburns and a handful of heat strokes. When they broke, though, they broke with a fury that would've made Noah feel right at home. Within minutes were were soaked to the bone, as wet as if we'd gone in swimming. Our bags and belongings were soaked through as well. My emergency heart racing pills, which I almost never need but keep with me anyway, were inside a pill case, inside a backpack. They dissolved.

My doomed mission...

In their new dry tees, which we bought after the show. Brandon, Allie, Riley, and in the front, my Gracie.

When the rain eased, there was still an hour before Horan was to take the stage. I asked the kids to stay put, while I ran back to the midway to buy us some dry T-shirts. They're 14 and 15 year-olds, including my granddaughter, and 3 of her friends we'd picked up along the way. (One of my daughters calls me the Pied Grammy. Where I go, kids follow.)  But I wasn't comfortable leaving them long, so I went fast, checking only the nearest of the T-shirt stands. All I could find were shirts supporting a certain political figure with whom I disagree so passionately that I opted to leave us wet and get back to the kids.

The guardians at the gate...

​The security people, however, had other ideas. They'd blockaded the aisles, which had by then become canals, and said I could not return. We went back and forth a bit and I had to put on my warrior goddess hat--briefly. It was enough. And then I returned to the kids.

The dark moment...

 By now, I was certain this would be my last fair. I love doing things for and with the kids, but this was too much. I was soaked, cold, wet, and unhappy about having to fight stupid authority figures who follow orders even when common decency and an application of simple logic would tell them there are times for exceptions. I was feeling quiet miserable. 

The sunshine returns...

​And then the young pop star took the stage, and the screams of the teenage girls were ear-splitting. I turned to look at my granddaughter, and saw the absolute joy on her face. There were tears in her eyes. Happiness radiated from her and washed over me like a warm tsunami, and then there were tears in my eyes too. Not for the young man on the stage, but for the rapture I saw in my beautiful girl's eyes.

​My unhappiness evaporated in that sunny glow. I stopped feeling cold, and sat there, watching her watch the show. I enjoyed the music, but positively basked in the energy of the audience. And especially that small part of the audience who sat soggily beside me in the stands. I knew in that moment that I would willingly do this again. And again and again and again for as long as I am able, which I expect to be a long time.

What the future holds....

There's a future pop star who is still in diapers right now, and I've no doubt I'll be dragging my newest Granddaughter Maya, not quite 3 weeks old, to his concert. Even if it's at the crowded, hot, thunderstorm-ridden state fair. Because the sunshine of my grandchildrens' smiles is the greatest reward of my lifetime. And I am so grateful that I get to bask in lots and lots of them.