I am grandmother to 3 adorable children, ages 4,2, 9 months, children of my daughters. It has been a learning curve, let me tell you! But like the author, my place in their lives is very clear to me, back up. I am grandma, not mama, and whether I agree or disagree, my daughter is the boss, from clothes to bed time to bath time to foods to religious training, or lack there of.
If I think the kid needs a haircut, I will offer to take him or her to the salon, and if I get a green light, ok but if not. In the case of litte Boo, I was vetoed. Her daddy wanted to take her for her first haircut. So she looks like she has an orange cloud on her head, so what..That's my girl!
My hubby and I have no kids together, but his mom is constantly pointing out how much work the gkids are, and I should rest, or relax (ie, pay more attention to her son) but I stand firm. I am aware that this special time is very very short, and very very soon, grandma's lap will no longer be required as sleeping aid, nor will she be able to kiss the boo boos and chocolate chip cookies won't cure all ills. I'm hanging in as long as I can.