Learning to let go as a parent wasn’t easy. I wanted everything SO VERY PERFECT AND EXACTLY AS I HAD RESEARCHED IT SHOULD BE.
Then I had a second kid and all that flew right out the window.
Imperfection was OK.
Not following a parenting book’s rules was OK.
I learned to ask for help, and let go of the words that’d rush to my mouth when those who cared for my kids when I couldn’t didn’t do it exactly as I would have done it.
Because they CARED about my kids.
How lucky am I to have that in my life?
How so very lucky are my much-beloved kids?
So when I came home from a trip with my husband, during which the grandmas watched the kids for us, I expected to find surprises lying around our home:
- A smattering of new toys they do not need.
- A 3 1/2 pound bag of candy and evidence it might not have been the only one purchased.
- The smell of an obvious fire in our microwave nobody thought to mention.
A decade or so ago I might have blanched at these things, but now I laugh and let them go. I don’t even mention them to the grandmas. I simply let them go.
Sure, the days since we’ve returned home have been a scavenger hunt of evidence that rules were bent, requests ignored, accidents happened, and kids were spoiled, but—more importantly—the kids were loved, cared for, in one full piece each, and HAPPY.
Which makes me happy, too.
Besides, one of the best memories I have of my own grandmother was how every time she’d babysit me she’d bring an entire suitcase FULL of candy for us to share. Now I see my kids will have memories just as sweet of their grandmas, too.
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