I am so blessed to care for my grandchildren during this pandemic. I am also exhausted by caring for them, but that is another story. My granddaughter will be one year old in a couple of weeks. She has been nursed this year because her mother worked from home and continues to work from home. It is a little bit of a push/ pull situation, because E would prefer to stay with Mom all day like she does on the weekends.
I have a lot of fun with E these days despite our early troubles. She screamed at the sight of me for weeks when I first came to care for her and her brother. But, eventually she got over that. We play and have fun. I seem to have the best touch for putting her to sleep. I call it our rock and roll time for what to me are obvious reasons. There is a swivel rocker involved.
But, Mondays, Mondays are tough and E cries when Mom hands her over lots of times on Mondays. The rest of the week is fine, Mondays are rough. This past week was particularly rough. E saw me and decided that she wasn't having it. I was not taking her away from her mommy. When Mommy left the room, E crawled on the lower shelf of the coffee table and stayed there crying. I coaxed her out, but in the few minutes she crawled back there again. She cried as I pulled her out again, but then she saw something that caught her eye and she started playing with it.
Fortunately, I don't take it personally. I have a wonderful relationship with E. I am not her mother and I am glad that she is so bonded to her mom. I have to laugh when she shows her dislike of me. It is funny. And you only get away with that while you are one.
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