Grandparents. There always seems to be one rule for one you are a kid and a different one when you have your own kids!
I got home from a gym date with the hubster (yes we are THAT cool) to be greeted by my gremlin with something in her mouth. One sheepish look from my Mum, made me realise she had been given some food. Probably something I would disagree with. It was only some malt loaf but Mum had conveniently forgotten about the chocolate buttons she had stuffed in the monster’s mouth earlier.
What is it about the Grandparents; in my gremlin’s case my Mum being so flipping soft? Turn back the clock 30 years and the story was the complete opposite. Some of my school friends classed my Mum as “strict”. I wasn’t allowed out much at night, no hanging around the streets, the park. Wow! How the tables have turned.
So lets just reminisce on how I was treated as a child by my Mum and how the darling gremlin is treated:
Sunday Dinner is left
“Get down from the table if you are not going to eat it! I’m sick of your messing. You are having no pudding and nothing until tea, In fact you will be eating this at tea!”
Standard Sunday lunchtime. Fast forward to tea time and there was a steaming, microwaved plate of rank dinner leftovers in my face. Nice.
“Aww bless her, perhaps she’s not hungry. Perhaps she would eat a fromage frais and in a few hours a bar of Dairy milk, ” my Mum now cooes. What the actual……….?
Get put in cot. Scream. Get left in cot to scream. Probably coughed up a lung but I will be going to sleep.
Get put in cot. Cries. Gets checked on for a cuddle. Cries a bit more. My Mum is up there bringing her down as she can’t “bear” to hear her cry so much. Gremlin then either stays up or crashes on my Mum precisely 45 minutes before she is due to have a bath. Gremlin then won’t go to sleep at night.
Wake up. Moan a bit. Quick cuddle and back to bed. Cry a bit more. Get ignored. As above. I will be going back to sleep.
Cries a bit. Gets picked up for a cuddle and take back to Grandparent’s bed where she comfortably spends the rest of the night in loving Nanny arms. The little monster has NEVER done that with us.
Granted this was when I was at school but I had to be either dying and vomiting. Otherwise I was going to school. “You will feel much better when you get there,” was my usual message as I crawled out of the door.
“Awww she does seem ill, Maybe you should be taking a day off work and keeping her at home. Poor little baby.”And so on…. Where were these sympathetic words 20 years ago?
It’s quite amazing how different it must feel to be a Mother compared to a Grandmother. My oldest friend’s Dad once put it very nicely. You love your children but you are in love with your grandchildren. You get to have all the fun; all the nice bits and hand back to tantruming snot bags to your children to deal with. My Mum had minimal patience with me but admits has tonnes for the gremlin. So, I suppose I can see it really. Still feel a bit hard done by! How about you? Are your little one’s grandparents a soft touch?