Our daughter and grandson are moving in with us for a time. Economics and practicality deem it necessary. It will be tight in our little house. But, it will only be for a time and I always believe these events to be opportunitues to grow. Not that it had been in the plans mind you. It forces me to readjust my thinking. I have to include a baby in the mix. And a 21 year old. I need to make sure she is parenting the boy. Not me. I need to make sure she is an adult and not allow both of us to regress to when she was 16. That is a path of ugliness I don't want to follow.
George will have to readjust his thinking as well. He likes having the house to himself. That won't be the case. The boy will be underfoot and Cait will be wanting to be in the middle of things as well.
Our son, who is 14, will want to disappear at the slightest sign of someone getting upset with the world. An "OH God! This could be bad! Danger, Will Robinson" kind of thing. Our middle child just looks, shakes her head and chuckles. She is the one living in a nice world.
I wish I could join her sometime.
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