This week I am thankful for my mother's influence on my child. My mom and I have a very complicated relationship. Actually, that's not true. It's very simple. My mom has not spoken to me in 22 years. So be it.
She did however, have a great influence on my youngest child who is, in turn, the mother of my youngest grandchild. My mom is the grandma who loves her grandkids unconditionally but who also is very cognizant of actions and consequences.
So, when my lil man, who is actually my child's lil man, lost his little mind this last week, my daughter's decsions on how to handle him were very, very close to what I would have done without her input.
My schedule and my daughter's end up with lil man spending most nights with me. I then drop him off at her house on my way to work and she gets up to take him to school. The other morning, instead of eating his breakfast and then waking his mom up, he decided that he was "bored" and bugged his mom for the hour she was supposed to be sleeping.
Suffice it to say that he will not have a chance to be "bored" for a very long time. Pulling weeds and painting fences should certainly occupy his time, if not his mind.
I remember painting the white picket fence around my parents' 2 acres for making the same error in judgement when I was his age.
Julie was smart enough to never say that she was "bored".
Maybe lil man's child will be that smart, too.
Anyway, I am thankful that my daughter and I agree, almost always, on how to handle the lil man and when we don't? We are both smart enough to never disagree in front of him. So, thanks, Mom. You are loved and appreciated still.
10 comments:
Your mom needs to get off the high horse & at worst, realize how much purgatory she's tacking on... And, I love that you & Julie handle situations so well. You gave me images of Tom Sawyer painting fences.
I couldn't imagine not talking to any of my kids for any length of time. My mom and I might not see eye to eye on many things, but it would hurt too much for either of us not to talk to each other.
I am glad you and your daughter handled the situation togetther.
OMG! You guys are all related to Mark Twain. Painting fences...ha ha ha!
OH yes. we learned to never say we were bored. in our house, there were always tons of chores that needed to be done.
Sounds like my never ending tape loop to my kids. "How can you be bored with everything there is around here that needs doing??"
I don't think they're as quick a study as your lil man.
Wake UP! It's 7:50 in Michigan...came looking for your Round Robyn (( laughing )).
I will be back...
TJ
http://tjphotoexpressions.blogspot.com/
Reminds me of all the things that need doing outside. No grandkids close enough to pick up to help me!!
Oh yeah....I remember those days. I said I was bored ONCE. Never, ever, ever again!! I did more chores than lil man can even dream of. I sure learned my lesson. Hope you and your mom make peace sometime.
That's how I handle it. Either extra house chores or yard work with out the extras. But they still haven't learned.
Funny post. I remember the days of loudly proclaiming my boredom, then quickly given a pair of garden gloves and spade to pull weeds. Thought twice after that, lol! Love your blog, btw. Just found it yesterday.
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