I was contemplating the other day. When I was in my 20’s life didn’t move fast enough. Now that I’m in my 40’s it feels as though life has flown by and left me choking in the dust.
I was thinking about all this as I was looking at my sleeping grandbaby. She’s so smart, like her mom. She’s so beautiful, like her mom. Even if she weren’t smart and beautiful, the way and the amount of smiles and laughs make her cuter than normal babies her age.
I can still remember the day The Punk told me she was pregnant. I was ABSOLUTELY, without question, horrified. The only thing worse would have been her death. I remember all those woman whose children got pregnant young. I tsk, tsked them. I thought they did a shitty job as a parent. Can’t keep your kid from getting pregnant? Oh you are a bad parent!
I heard THAT line enough, and was better than that!
Sure.
It took awhile for me to accept it. It took a lot of tears and talks with The Punk about how hard her future would be. I decided that I was going to do what I could to help, if for no other reason than to be a better parent than that.
So last night when The Punk came to pick up The Baby we talked a little.
Fat Girl: How was school? Are you learning a lot? Or is it still just book work?
The Punk: I am proficient in 3 channel EKG’s now.
FG: Wow, can you do blood pressures yet?
TP: No, but in the next week or so we are going to start injections.
FG: Wow, I’m impressed. I’m so proud of you.
TP: *Mumble, mumble*
So I’m sitting here thinking that I did do ok as a parent. I didn’t make sure she didn’t get pregnant, and maybe she DID turn out ok “in spite” of my parenting. But I did something right for her to be doing all the right things regardless if she’s doing them the hard way.
The Man: Let me know when you graduate to 5 channel EKG’s
FG & TP: *rolling our eyes*
It continues to fly by.
I was thinking about all this as I was looking at my sleeping grandbaby. She’s so smart, like her mom. She’s so beautiful, like her mom. Even if she weren’t smart and beautiful, the way and the amount of smiles and laughs make her cuter than normal babies her age.
I can still remember the day The Punk told me she was pregnant. I was ABSOLUTELY, without question, horrified. The only thing worse would have been her death. I remember all those woman whose children got pregnant young. I tsk, tsked them. I thought they did a shitty job as a parent. Can’t keep your kid from getting pregnant? Oh you are a bad parent!I heard THAT line enough, and was better than that!
Sure.
It took awhile for me to accept it. It took a lot of tears and talks with The Punk about how hard her future would be. I decided that I was going to do what I could to help, if for no other reason than to be a better parent than that.
So last night when The Punk came to pick up The Baby we talked a little.
Fat Girl: How was school? Are you learning a lot? Or is it still just book work?
The Punk: I am proficient in 3 channel EKG’s now.
FG: Wow, can you do blood pressures yet?
TP: No, but in the next week or so we are going to start injections.
FG: Wow, I’m impressed. I’m so proud of you.
TP: *Mumble, mumble*
So I’m sitting here thinking that I did do ok as a parent. I didn’t make sure she didn’t get pregnant, and maybe she DID turn out ok “in spite” of my parenting. But I did something right for her to be doing all the right things regardless if she’s doing them the hard way.
The Man: Let me know when you graduate to 5 channel EKG’s
FG & TP: *rolling our eyes*
It continues to fly by.
2 comments:
Face it. You are old.
And the Punk will do well in life as she is meant too.
Generationally speaking, we will only get better as a Clan.
You are old too, so shut it!
Of course The Punk will do well. I've told her not to do anything to embarrass me in front of the Queen! LOL
I expect we will all get better. Or at least be the type of people the Queen pretends we already are.
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