Grand kids and discipline

Why do they make grand kids so adorable. It makes it difficult to be the hard ass that I portray to the outside world. My grand kids don’t see me as a hard ass, they simply see me as Pa.

For instance, today while getting ready to leave with my wife, my granddaughter began complaining about her shoes. She said she didn’t want to wear them because they were not tight enough. Grandma told her that those were the only shoes she had brought with her, and that she had to wear them.

Being the supportive Pa that I am, I told her that the shoes she had on looked nice. She quickly fixed her gaze upon me from the floor that she was sitting on and said, “Don’t say that Pa, I don’t like the sound of your voice!”

Well I had to get stern with the young lady. I told her that what she said was rude and mean. I then told her to go to her room. For some reason I didn’t loose my mind. Had one of my own children said that to me in their pre-teen years (heck any of their years), I would have come unglued.

My granddaughter was not afraid, intimidated, or at all concerned of the words she had just uttered or what I might do about them. She simply stood up and faced me with her slightly squinted and determined eyes. She then turned on her heel and proceeded to swiftly walk to her bedroom down the hall. When I heard the door slam, I looked at my wife and said, “Should I go down there?” Smartly she said no.

A short time later, she came out and said that she was sorry. I accepted, and she left with Grandma. However, that exchange with my granddaughter earlier in the morning got me thinking about where she would learn to be that determined ad unafraid in her dressing down of me. All I came up with was that she must have learned that from her mother. Then I thought, “Damn, I raised her, so is it indirectly my fault”?

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Naw can’t be

~ Pa

 

Author: tb018

I am a 50 year old husband, father to 5, and grandfather to 2 (so far). I am very active and love the outdoors. As my years go by it seems that I get "into" something and it becomes almost an obsession with me. Immersing myself into that thing. In the past motocross racing, triathlons, and work have been my focuses. Now it's photography. Recently I have been asked to start taking pictures for other people. And that has gone surprisingly well, so far. Everyday I try to learn something new about taking pictures, I try and challenge myself while identifying my style. I love the challenge of getting that shot, and expressing myself through pictures. Who knows maybe this will be the one, maybe not.

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