I am blessed – truly blessed. I have four grandchildren with another due in August. I have twin girls who will turn nine soon, and two boys six and the youngest to be two in October. I am their babysitter when my daughter and son in law have to work. I am lucky to have been there at their births and watched them develop different personalities.
I have learned, well shall I say I am trying to study up on the new gadgets as each baby comes . Now I do believe in safety and I can strap them in a car seat after much struggling. They are suppose to be high tech and “easy” to use but not so much for me. I have pinched my fingers and asked another mom in a Parking lot if they could help me. This mom was being tugged on and was having a day from hell and didn’t find it amusing that I didn’t know that I could just push a button to accomplish the buckling process. I think she prayed for my grand child that day.
Baby cups. These are a lesson in engineering You have to have the cup of course with matching lid and a plastic piece called a valve. They are spill proof until I put them together. My eight year old granddaughter actually rolled her eyes at me seeing her brother being covered by his morning juice I am no longer required to assemble them. They now are put together and in the cabinet so that the clean outfit I just struggled to put on the youngest stays dry. My daughter and son in law have bought cups that “click” when tight enough. I know they ask God to keep their children hydrated while I have them.
Strollers are no longer cumbersome. They are light weight and fold with ease to place them in the car. That is until NaNa get ahold of them. I had to have a fully upright coach In The back seat because once again I couldn’t find the button to collapse it. I’m thinking that some parent watched me looking for the magical button and was in hysterics and was just laughing so hard as I pulled away with the fully extende baby buggy in the backseat of the car. I’m also sure that I had to be the topic of conversation at the mommy luncheon. They had to have prayed for me, the prayer was a hope that they’d run into me again to have a good laugh! I do believe that prayers were said for my grand babies.
I can not catch on the the “easy” no fuss baby items. They are cute and difficult for me to put together. Maybe I should say and honest prayer for my grandchildren instead of the much used “please God help me get this right” :0)
It is by Gods grace my daughter is in one piece today. We used a car seat that she could get out of in under sixty Seconds. She was in the age group when the first flimsy “umbrella” strollers were the latest rage. Her “sippy” cups spilled at the slightest lean. And guess what?? She lived through it.
I being born in the “olden” days lived through cloth diapers, mothers and fathers who not only smoked but drank, and my car seat was my mothers arm across my chest when she had to stop suddenly. My spill proof cup was the garden hose
in the summer. I didn’t have a bike helmet, knee or elbow pads only band aids and ace bandages to fix what I had scratched, bruised and yes cast for the bones I had broken.
My grand babies have IPads to entertain them. My daughter had Nintento. I had a neighborhood full of kids and outside to keep me busy. My granddaughters google to get info. My child had the internet. We had encyclopedias ,magazines, and the library. On our lane we shared the books and hoped that they would be returned without having a page ripped out for a school project.
My grandchildren are fortunate enough to have their own computers on their own desk within a room designated for learning. My daughter had a desk with a computer
in her bedroom. My place of learning was at the dinning room table with borrowed books and school Issued texts.
It’s rare that kids today have “hand me downs” of any kind. My daughter had a few from her cousins. I was the oldest of four who had everything from shoes, clothes, and toys from my cousins and even Nieghbors.
There’s something to think about. Growing up I knew all my neighbors, they knew me and always kept an eye on me and every other child that would be playing within seeing and hearing range.
So call my untechnilogical childhood what you will I knew of new babies being born and their names not by Facebook or a text but rather by a joyous whisper down the lane. We became sad and women cooked for those who lost family members and when someone said “if you need a thing” they truly ment it. When someone moved in or out it was cause for a picnic to say “hello” or “goodbye” I caught lightning bugs, played man hunt, and learned the facts of life on my “street”. I hope that someday people will have the pleasure of Wanting to go to the library. That street lights instead of alarms from cell phones will signal that it’s time to go home. That neighbors will know each others name and keep an eye out for the kids who will want to go outside to play ball, build forts, and whine when they hear a whistle or their name being called because they need just five more minutes to finish a game that they are in the middle of. That’s my prayer, for us all to just unplug and talk rather than type