Maybe some of you, who are grandparents, can explain to me what happens to your brains when a grandchild is born? The only way you resemble the person you were before the grandchild is by physical appearance. You no longer act or even sound the same as you did, when you were parenting your own children.
Trust me when I say, it’s even WORSE, when you are an only child (like me) and your parents have only two grandchildren (my daughter–2 1/2–and stepson 12 1/2), and they are never going to get any more–unless there’s a miracle. And to make matters worse, my parents had to wait to raise a grandchild from the baby stage until I was 39! Something has happened to my parents’ brains–especially my mother.
A perfect example of what I’m talking about occurred just last night at dinner. My parents graciously agreed to watch KB and LB while I had to take our dog back to the vet after having some “soft tissue” removed because one of his incisions just didn’t look right. I was really worried about this, and so my mom said, “Just bring the kids over here.” So, I did. As soon as we got in the door, KB (the two year old) looked for the pink icing cookies that Grandma seems to always have. (Did I mention it was 4:30 pm–dinner in an hour?) She went right into the pantry and got the cookies out, and Grandma said, “You and LB can each have ONE cookie before dinner and another one after. But you could also have some chips and juice now.”
WHAT? Where was that rule when I was growing up?
Then believe it or not, KB didn’t eat dinner–but a couple pieces of apple–and cried when I told her she couldn’t get another pink cookie because she didn’t eat. I know, you are shocked!
My daughter and I have had the following conversation a few times:
KB: Are you going to work?
ME: After dinner, why?
KB: Grandpa and mum (that’s what she calls them) are coming over?
KB: They give me chips and soda.
I know I am not alone. When talking to my OB-GYN about this subject, he said to me, “My kids can’t pack their bags fast enough when they hear they are going to grandma’s house.” One of my good friends told me that on vacation with her parents and young children, her dad said she could sleep in, and he would get up with her 5 and 3 year old. When she woke up, she discovered that her children had told their grandpa all they wanted for breakfast was M and Ms, and so that’s what he gave them.
And then to make matters even worse for us parents in the sandwich generation, moms everywhere, like me, start to say things like our moms used to say to us and quickly become the bad guy. For example, last night, I said: “Mom, they shouldn’t have a cookie before dinner!” And my mom said: “They shouldn’t?”