Recently, my wife, Kris, and I were blessed with our first grandchild. I’ll tell you, this was a defining moment for me that flat out struck me like a lightning bolt, especially when I held him for the first time and he fell asleep laying on my “beer” belly. The joy was truly incredible. But the moment stood out for me as I have many times recently thought about my childhood, growing up with my mom, dad and siblings, raising my two sons, now one grandson and a soon to be granddaughter next month. As a military child, I remember I was raised in a loving family where my mom and dad did their best teaching me the facts of life, preparing me for my life on my own, disciplining me, mentoring me, coaching me, etc. I also have been thinking on the times when Kris and I were raising our sons, moving from base to base and the joy we had in helping them through some of the tough times in their lives, at least they thought they were tough. Helping them through the morass, the pain, the disappointments, the successes and the triumphs was all worth it to me. Now we get to do it again, sort of, with our grandchildren but more as background players than the everyday participants. The fun part is spoiling them and then sending them home.