Being grandma is supposed to be just the fun stuff, right?
Turns out there is a clause in the contract. It has been brought to my attention that grandmas are supposed to have answers when things aren’t going right.
Like when your darling grandchild misbehaves and keeps missing the boat that is delivering the message of why people are upset and they are in trouble.
Where is the owner’s manual???
I’ve always found owner’s manuals to be a wealth of information, but where the hell is this kid’s owner’s manual? It turns out that just like when her mother was born, there is none.
Each kid is different, even with the same parents, same household, and same everything else. It is compounded by some unknown number when it’s a grandchild. I have no real idea what happens when I’m not around, and everything from parents’ relationship to daily routines affect how a child behaves and misbehaves.
Good lord, how can I be expected to have answers to an unknown problem?
That’s the other unknown perk to being a grandparent. You are supposed to have answers and give advice, but ONLY upon request. Deliver it before that request, and you are a know-it-all, interfering busybody.
Oh, and there is another rule…
Never, ever say “I told you so.”
You will not win points. You will not get $200, and you definitely won’t get past “Go home now.”
So what are my answers to the problem?
Suggested alternative punishments, suggested speeches (ones I already know will fall on deaf 3 year old ears, btw!) and perseverance. What else could I offer?
I’d just had three days with the little darling, which had come to an end with a 4 a.m. wake up call, breakfast being catapulted off of a fork, continual whining about when we were leaving to go home, and the last shred of my patience. It had then been crowned with demands for presents and soda pop, along with trying to banish me after her demands got denied. Endearing? Nope, not even to a doting grandma.
Don’t get me wrong. I love her, spoiled brat moments and all. And she was acting like a totally spoiled brat. I was frustrated with her utter refusal to straighten up and fly right. Nothing seemed to get the message through that her behavior was not cute, nor was it appreciated by mom or grandma.
But on the way home, I stopped at a flea market, and instead of buying a switch or a time out chair, I bought a “Hello Kitty” necklace for her. (She’s a huge Hello Kitty fan for some reason, but I have no idea why. Does this character even have a cartoon?) It’s got beads in her favorite color: purple.
I have it, but she may not get it for a while. Just like I have several toys for her that she hasn’t gotten yet. I like spoiling her, but I do not want her to think of me as the lady with the unending presents for her. I don’t even believe in saving things for special occasions and I don’t shower her with the gifts. She’s had a lot of gifts lately, and I’m withholding now for a bit.
Is it fair? Since life isn’t fair in general, I’m not worried about fair. She is my one and only grandchild and yes, I do spoil her, but within reason. She’s developed an attitude of entitlement over the past few weeks for some reason, even though I’m innocent of delivering anything to her in that time frame other than a skirt that I made for her. That took about three weeks from fabric selection (she picked it out) to delivered finished ready-to-wear skirt. (I am also slow to get projects done due to the limited amount of time I can work on them in each session.)
I’m going to make the other two skirts that I had planned for her, but I’m afraid she’s going to find that grandma doesn’t deliver a lot over the next few weeks, whether it is Hello Kitty, My Little Pony, Disney princesses, OR Minnie Mouse!