When I was a mother, I had to say "No" plenty of times. Too many times, perhaps. "No" to an extra helping of dessert. (And why didn't I say "Yes" then?) "No" to an expensive pair of new shoes. And countless other "Nos."
Now that I'm a grandma, I get to say "Yes." When our two grandsons visited a couple of weeks ago, I had a small present for them for each day. Isaac, who knows how to get around his grandmother, asked, "Grandma, can I have one more present now?"
"Grandma, can I have just one more present?"
And so it went. At the end of the visit, my daughter-in-law Jenny said, "Jane, next time you need to practice saying 'No' more."
I don't think so. Saying "Yes" to grandchildren is a grandmother's perogative. Her privilege. And her pleasure.
So, for today, I am grateful for times I can say "Yes."