This wee Monster Baby woke me up at 6am Sunday morning.
But how could I resist such a sweet boy? I just don’t think its possible.
Besides, fuck that! I spent years as a Mum, resisting my children’s charms because I was so concerned with doing it “right”, with making sure I had positive power, authority and influence over them. Ignoring the truth that I knew damn well that I have no natural authority, ha. And I was faking my confidence and knowledge the whole time. It was all smoke and mirrors, Baby! I spent the whole time my kids were under my care being terrified of making a mistake and living in fear that I and I alone could mess them up so badly if I did. So fuck ALLLL of that 🙂
I found out, the hard way, that you can do all the right things and your kids will still mess up. You can do all the wrong things and they won’t. Life is funny like that.
Being a grandparent is a pretty sweet gig. None of that parenting nonsense.
Now, because I know different, I do things with my heart. It seems to be working out better for all.