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Feb
24
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 I am a grandmother/great grandmother raising my offspring’s offspring. All have had problems, which I have handled with varying degrees of success over the years. I am presently raising my great grandson. He has proven to be the most difficult. Read more » | |||
Blog Posts by Gigi
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Jan
31
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This time I thought I’d offer a little hope to all the beleaguered parents who read Empowering Parents and wonder if the advice here will ever work for them. Those of you who have read my other blogs know that my 9-year-old grandson, Coby, has never been nominated for “best behaved boy of the week” and I have never been nominated for “most likely to become a drill sergeant.” Rather than a Tiger (Grand)Mom, I am more of a pushover parent. Coby’s great talent to date is testing limits. | |||
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Oct
20
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All right! I admit it, I am a natural-born enabler. Oh, not for drugs and alcohol or food, but definitely for laziness and for small infractions of the house rules. At two my grandson Coby needed someone to pour milk into his glass; at four, it was just easier and safer to keep doing it; at nine, it is purely enabling! There he is sitting in front of the TV set while I am here in front of the computer. “Gramma,” he says, “can you get me a glass of milk?” My first instinct is to jump up and start pouring milk. Or, he asks to go to the skate park. There is a bike trail from our street to the park so there is no reason he can’t ride there on his own. So, being parental, I say, ” OK, but you have to get there and home again on your own.” | |||
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Jul
22
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Today is my birthday and I am an old lady. It has taken me two decades to admit this. I remember being indignantly upset when I heard a reporter refer to a 56-year-old woman as “elderly.” Why, I was older than that and I certainly wasn’t elderly! But somewhere along the way, getting up off the floor changed from a thoughtless and largely effortless process to an event, carefully planned and executed. I became more “settled”; both mentally and physically. I am not a pretty young mother who plays softball and tag or jumps spryly in and out of go-carts, boats or tree houses. | |||
