Treasures in my arms! When my only child, my daughter, was expecting her first child I was as focused on her as she was on the child she was carrying. I watched her move through her pregnancy with grace, her eager anticipation of the life as a mother she had chosen with love, and I rejoiced even as I watched over her carefully. I made suggestions about diet and such until I realized she was doing her own research and doing a very good job of it. So then I listened and agreed and supported her as she moves through the months. When the day of her baby's birth arrived I was near her in the hospital. My daughter and her husband had decided that no one but the nurses and doctor was to be with them in the delivery room for their labor and birth, so I was in the closest waiting room all day. A few times her husband came to get me, but only when she asked to see me, and in those times I held her hand, comforted her as a mother knows to do for her child, then removed myself again to