I have been asked occasionally by women who are not yet grandmothers what it is that makes being a grandma so special. For a couple of years I could not come up with a good explanation, but now I think I know.
As a young mother I would often take my children out in public to meet the world, and I was usually rewarded with wonderful comments about how cute they were, how smart they were, etc. Since I had “created” these children, and they were such a big part of me, these comments made me feel good about myself. But it seems invariably, that following the complements, there were always the unsought questions and words of advice that made me feel incompetent as a mother, and not so good about myself. “Is she sleeping through the night yet? She’s a year old and not weaned yet? She’s how old and not potty trained yet? Are you sending her to preschool yet? Home school? Are you crazy?
If the child would (horrors!) have melt down in public, it is, of course, the mother’s fault. If, as a teen, the child rebels and gets into trouble, all eyes automatically look to the parent as being at fault. I think every mother alive can relate to these situations and feelings.
1 comment:
awww...I love you mom!
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