I currently have temporary custody of my youngest granddaughter.
The pretty princess started kindergarten a few weeks ago and suddenly I find
myself back in elementary school hell. Navigating school schedules, doctor appointments,
dance classes and all the stuff raising a six-year-old entails is the stuff of
retirement nightmares. I’ve been reminded why people should have children while
they’re young and able-bodied. Midlife parenting is for the birds. But as history
has proven we grandparents do what we need to do. We step up, fill in the gaps
and we shine.
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There were mothers there who are having a difficult time
with letting go, their kids more than ready to spread their wings and fly. The
Pretty Princess insisted on the second day that she didn’t need me to walk her
to her classroom. I watched her and her oversized backpack march off, her
independence and strength on full display. It would have broken me when I was a
new mother with my first child. Now, I give her a thumbs up, pride gleaming
from my eyes. We’ve got this and this was yet another step toward her being the
bad ass Queen I know she’ll eventually be.
As my baby girl and I navigate our new relationship I’ve
discovered that midlife parenting also has its benefits. I no longer sweat the
small stuff. My parenting style has evolved. I can sit in a room filled with millennial
parents and be amused by those things that have them all in their feelings. I
know what she throws tantrums about today will be the fodder for jokes when she
becomes a teen. That the road ahead will be filled with accomplishments and
disappointments and that the joys we experience will be whatever we want them
to be.
I’m told math has changed and two plus two doesn’t always
equal four with the new math. But I can handle the curriculum changes and I
know that allowing baby girl to fly means also allowing her to also fall. I won’t
always be there to catch her, but I know how to pick her back up, put her on
her feet and push her forward. I’ve learned that protective shouldn’t be
stifling and for her to blossom all I need to do is to keep planting the
necessary seeds. This time around I have grandmotherly wisdom on my side and
that is pure gold.
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