Secondhand Mom

Last week, my daughter-in-law (DIL) scoffed at me. She suggested I had a monumental challenge ahead of me this week:  watching three of my grandchildren while their parents traveled to Houston to attend the Texas Bowl. (The game takes place this evening, beginning at 8 p.m.) With her usual candor, DIL asked, “How are you going to handle three little ones?

2014-12-29 17.06.00When my DIL threw down this gauntlet (as it were), of course I defiantly scoffed back. I reminded her I mothered four children under the age of eight. These three children, ages 9, 7 and 3, could hardly be as difficult, I assured her. (Naturally, I’d never admit to her my high level of anticipatory stress – she doesn’t read my blog! – but I won’t deny it here. I was concerned. One never knows how even the most relaxed children might panic at ten p.m. when it’s finally apparent they’re not going home!)

These smiling grandchildren [pictured above with their local cousin] are great kids. We always enjoy being with them and they’re comfortable with my Beloved and me. Still, I acknowledge it’s different when grandchildren (especially one as young as 3) sleep elsewhere, without the familiar comfort of knowing mom or dad is close at hand.

Even though my daughter (the mother of my three grandchildren) is very much like me in her style of mothering and discipline, she’s not me. Her great mothering skills are way beyond the example I modeled for her. Along the way, she has adapted and modified habits I practiced, far exceeding me as a loving and patient mother (which too often, I wasn’t). It goes without saying, she has developed a unique rapport with her children that I’ll never achieve.

carrots_002In a sense, I’m groping in the dark on many things. As a for instance, consider feeding patterns. At dinner last night, her middle child finished his meat and wanted to instantly transition to dessert. I asked if he’d like a serving of cole slaw. (No way.) I offered green salad. (Again, no way.) Finally, I handed him a single baby carrot, with the proviso he finish that before he’d be served either a biscuit or dessert.

His eyes entreating me, he attempted to protest, but I immediately cut him off. “That’s the rule,” I said (making up my rules on the fly). Over the next couple minutes, he bit down on the carrot and then slyly dropped it on the floor (but I was watching). I instructed him to pick it up, wash it in the sink and return to his stool to finish eating the diminutive vegetable.

I think by this time, he realized I wouldn’t relent so he went about chewing, biting and chewing some more. (Remember, this is a single baby carrot, maybe an inch and three quarters in length.) There was little drama, but clearly, this was a tough gig for a child unaccustomed to consuming veggies. (He didn’t gag, but I could tell it was a struggle!) When he finished … and followed with half a glass of water … the look of relief on his face was priceless. Naturally, I praised him and quickly set a warm, buttery biscuit on his plate.

art tableOn the surface, the temporary task of mothering three little ones for a couple days isn’t difficult. In fact, it’s a blessing to get a closer glimpse of their individual character away from their parents’ oversight. My carrot-eating grandson showed a grit of character that made me proud. (Maybe his daddy had been extra firm in telling him to “mind what your grandparents tell you to do!“) Not meaning to do so, I pushed this seven-year-old out of his comfort zone to do what was obviously a hard thing for him … and he thoroughly impressed me with his pluck!

At the same time, I’m painfully aware my transition from mom to grandma has become complete. In the years since I mothered little ones (my youngest will be 33 in February), most of my “supplies” have vanished. Oh, there are toys upstairs in the playroom … legos, building blocks, various educational toys and books, but when someone announces “I’m bored” I no longer have a ready supply of the sure-fire distractions I once kept in store.

Furthermore, my “supply” of energy – the drive to keep up with and entertain these little ones, not allowing a moment of boredom (as if they know what that is?) – my energy supply has dwindled down. What irks me is knowing my energy lags, but my wisdom in understanding how to handle them is conversely at an all-time high. The confidence and patience I lacked when mothering my own children? Ironically, it’s an overflowing reservoir today!

My daughter called from Houston a few minutes ago, checking in on her little ones. She didn’t expect to hear a sob story of things gone wrong in her absence; she knows I’m capable. But secondhand mothering should be only an occasional-job … and I’ll be pleased to turn the reins back over to her when she returns to town tomorrow.

4 thoughts on “Secondhand Mom

  1. LOL! That was fun to read.

    It’s odd the way we get so good at mothering, but long after we’ve done the job. Logically it would seem as if we should be raising kids when we’re older and wiser, but then we have no energy for the task! My father used to tell me that if people waited until they were grandparents to have kids, kids would then grow up so perfect, they couldn’t survive in the real world. So that explains why we’re designed to have kids when we’re young and foolish instead 😉

    1. I agree with your father … but I’m always amazed how much more sense I have now that I could’ve used when mothering my young children. In a sense, kids are responsible for their parents’ education … rather than the other way around. (It’s an upside down world.)

  2. Your grandkids are adorable!! It is always nice to have the sweet time with them, I think!
    The last 4 of my 10 grandkids, who came to visit, are leaving today, before I get home from work …. the house will be sadly quiet!

    1. Thanks, Karen. They are FULL of energy! Sorry your arrival home today won’t be greeted by squeals from grandchildren. That’s always sweet.

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