In a family dynamic that shifts over generations, my daughter is the first and likely only grandchild of my mother. As a result, my mother showers her with affection and gifts, often to the point of excess.
This past weekend exemplified that tendency. My mother joined us for dinner to celebrate her birthday, alongside my sister and her husband, who, being without children, bring a different perspective to parenting. Despite it being her special day, my mother arrived with not just one, but four gifts for her granddaughter. As our dinner reservation ran late, she even purchased additional toys from a nearby store to placate my daughter’s growing impatience.
The combination of excitement and hunger led to my daughter’s unruly behavior, which necessitated my husband and I to step in repeatedly, reminding her of her manners and issuing warnings about her toys. She slid around on the banquette, whining and demanding chocolate milk and pasta, seemingly unaffected by our attempts at discipline. This left me pondering: Who was this woman?
As a child, any such behavior would have earned me a stern reprimand. I recall my mother wielding her wooden spoon with authority, threatening to discipline my sister and me if we acted out. But now, she had fully embraced her role as a grandmother—relaxed, enjoying her birthday, and delighting in her granddaughter’s antics while I took on the unenviable role of the strict enforcer.
I understand that it’s not my mother’s responsibility to discipline my child; however, I didn’t anticipate the extent of this enabling behavior, which made me wonder if perhaps she was seeking a bit of revenge for my childhood mischief. After trying to enforce the rule that my daughter couldn’t have dessert due to her behavior, my mother intervened with, “Don’t worry, sweetie, you can share mine.”
When dessert arrived, and my daughter began to cry because she wasn’t served her own, Grandma swooped in once more, piling chocolate cake and ice cream onto her plate. In a moment of over-indulgence, she even fed my daughter the last bite herself, which was comically too large for her to handle, resulting in a frantic spitting out of the food into my hand.
Moments later, my daughter dramatically proclaimed, “My tummy hurts,” resting her head on the table. I watched in disbelief as my mother, the same woman who taught me to behave and scolded me for my own transgressions, stood by my daughter, gently massaging her back to soothe her discomfort.
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