Grandparent Privileges

Grandparenting is different than parenting. That's apparent.

This weekend we celebrated Josiah's first birthday with a Scooby-Doo cake, because Clifford would have involved massive amounts of red dye. Chocolate was a much better choice, don't you think? Hmmmmm....... This got me thinking about choices; things we do or don't do, depending on whether we are the parents or the grandparents. The other thing that made me start thinking about this was the little sock I found under the covers when I made my bed on Sunday morning...

Things I can do as a grandparent that I couldn't always do as a parent:

I can rock a colicky baby without feeling as if every nerve in my body is frayed.
I can remain tender-hearted through the crying.
I can volunteer, or not, to change the poopy diapers.
I can try, but not too hard, to hide my giggle when a grandson mimics my finger wag and "No, no!".
I can take the time, even when I'm busy, to pick up a little one who says, "Up, p'ease!".
I can allow a grandson to sleep, sprawled sideways, between Papi and me when he's visiting and awakens at 3am.

And I think it's safe to expect this list to grow, right along with the grandkids.