It's Saturday again. Time for a boring post. I am not sure that these are distinguishable from my normal posts, but here you go. A boring post for Saturday.
I am suspicious that my grandson mainly loves me because he can push me around. I am not a big authority figure to him. I am more like a friendly presence. He doesn't do what I say most of the time. I have to persuade him that we need to go inside or take a nap or whatever. He has a mind of his own. When it is just the 2 of us, I let his interests lead us.
I am able to have this relationship because I am just grandma and there are other authority figures in his life. I am a little concerned that as he gets older it may become more critical for me to get him to listen to me. Overall he is a very easy kid, just stubborn at times. So, I am not too worried about things.
Being a grandma is what I was born to be, I think. I love having a relationship with a special little person. I love that I don't have to worry about how he does in school or where he goes to college. I can love him unconditionally and completely. I don't have to worry about him.
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