This is a call to Grandmothers out there. Encourage your daughters and other girls in your life who are of child-bearing age to avoid all forms of alcohol. Even the small amount of social drinking can cause mental and physical disorder called Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. Remember when we young women were advised to take folate to prevent Spina Difida? This is just as preventable as that! Why take any chances? Grammas of the world, we have our work cut out for us.
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I understand Grandmothers who do too much for their grandchildren. Really, I do! I have a huge desire to protect my children, even when they are full grown, and just because my child has a child of her own doesn’t reduce that Motherly instinct. But …
Photo by dayspringacres, of my daughter and grandson
There is a point where a Grandmother can “protect” her child too much. I can’t tell you how many times I have seen the grandmother take charge of the sick child, with Mother (with or without Dad) following behind. Momma looks to Grandmother for the answer. Or, Gramma tells the “kids” to leave the room during an unpleasant procedure. I am always dumbfounded, speechless, and even a bit angry. I bite my tongue: Just how did Gramma get to be such a strong maternal figure, except by coping with the hard times. How is Momma ever to learn this herself? I watch the mommas whose body language indicates they are unsure of themselves, and are timid, and don’t really know their own baby.
Well, of course they don’t! Because Gramma is taking over, the mother HAS to feel as if she is worthless — I know I would have, if my mother had done that to me!
I strongly feel that the Grandmother’s role is to support her child. She is to instruct her daughter how to be a good mother, not to take that job from the mother. She is allowed to give momma a break — HEY! We have to have Lovey Dovey time with our Grandkids, don’t we? But our primary job is to tell our daughters and our sons what a good job they are doing raising THEIR children. We had our chance, and I am one who is glad that I have all the fun and none of the responsibility! If the kid is sick (and momma is handling it well and isn’t sick herself) he is better off with his momma.
There is a quote, defining a Grandmother as a Mother who has a second chance. I disagree. Grandmothers are not mothers, and have a very different job. The jobs overlap sometimes, such as when we teach our grandchildren, but the emphasis is different. I am more set in my ways, now, and this could get in the way of my relationship with my daughter and my grandson. I know what is the right thing to do, but I don’t have the responsibility to act on what I THINK is the right thing to do. That responsibility belongs to my daughter and her husband. I may not agree, but I am not to say that I don’t agree.
Again, my job is to support my daughter, tell her lots of times what a wonderful job she is doing, and to love and teach my grandson the wonders of the world, and of his heritage. I get to sing to him, and tell him about his momma when she was his age, and about where he came from.
Today, as I babysit my grandson, I put away my computer while he was awake, and I got down on the floor with him, we pulled out all the books from the bookshelf, we ate what foods we wanted to eat (within reason — we did NOT have leftover birthday cake), and we did not eat the carrots that Momma wanted him to eat. And I sang to him and we danced together. That is my job as a Grandmother — Show him how fun life can be, how interesting the world around him is. this job will become even more important when siblings begin arriving, because his parents will be very busy, but I can pay special attention to him. This is something I could not do to my children when I was Momma.
I am beginning to like my new role.
What does it mean to be a Grandmother?
The actual, physical act of becoming a Grandmother was easy enough. I did not have to do anything, really, other than support my daughter as she went through the labour. The emotional act of becoming a Grandmother is another story.
I have many emotions, several of which conflict with each other. During the labour and the birth, I was at once proud of my daughter and her husband, and fearful for her. I had gone through the same type of hard, long, drawn-out labour that she’d gone through. For some reason, I was never fearful for myself. I was afraid for my daughter, for the exhaustion she was obviously experiencing. I was surprised that I was more concerned for the welfare of my daughter than I was for the new baby!
Now, I have embarked on a new journey. One which started, I suppose, when I first gave birth to my oldest daughter, who now has a child of her own. What does it mean to be a Grandmother? How does one go about acting like a Grandmother? What does a Grandmother look like? What name should I go by?
Many questions surface, with many emotions. I want to explore these emotions as they occur. Because, I really don’t think I am the only one who thinks this way, who feels these same things, and who have what I call identity issues. You, reader, are invited to participate in this exploration, to help sort out the new role called Grandmother.
Welcome, to the Grandmother Club!