Baby Taco: 3 months, 5 days
I love my dad. I can’t stress that enough. He is a great dad and he raised 3 awesome kids. I’m a college graduate, my sister is currently in college with a great job, has her life together and my brother will be graduating high school this year. My dad continues to be our pillar of strength.
So why was I so upset when my dad took a Thin Mint and instead of eating it himself, he put it to Taco’s mouth and had him lick it? It was not in his mouth for no more than 30 seconds but I yelled. Taco of course loved the new taste and when the cookie was taken away he was still smacking and licking his lips.
I know the cookie was not going to kill him. He was not automatically going to demand to lick Thin Mints now. But here I am a day later still thinking about it.
I guess why I was so upset was that I had no control. I often struggle with this when my parents come over because at one point, they had control over me and they did a great job with me. My dad did not give him the cookie to be mean or hurt him, he gave him the cookie because he was curious. It was also pretty cute.
My grandma would always do things that she was, “not supposed to do”. She would smoke in the car, she would give us extra food and treats. She would let me go across the street. She would let my cousins and I stay outside after dark. I loved my grandma as a kid because at her house, the rules did not apply. I could do whatever I wanted. Grandmas house was the best.
While Taco can’t vocalize who is who and can’t say grandma and grandpa, he knows who they are. When he is with them he is calm. He cuddles. He will smile and engage with them. He loves my parents.
I know that one day I will drop him off at one of their houses. I will give them set instructions on how to take care of him and what he needs when he needs it. And I just need to come to terms that the likelyhood of those rules being followed is unlikely. My parents know what they are doing. They don’t want to hurt him, if anything they want to see him thrive a grow.
A cookie won’t kill him. It won’t get him addicted to sugar and it won’t automatically make him the fat kid. As a parent, I have a right to be upset. I have a right to tell my dad that it’s not ok. At the same time though, my dad loves Taco. He wants nothing but the best for him.
My dad is watching me grow as a mother. It has to be pretty weird for him. At one point it was me laying on his chest and falling asleep. It was me spitting up and crying. Now here I am with my own tiny person. Taco fell asleep on him and my dad reached out to hold my hand. Here he was, his first baby with his first grandbaby. Talk about a lack of control.
I wonder what he said to my grandma when I was younger. Did he yell at her when I was given an extra cookie? Did he freak out worrying when I would tell him that my cousin and I would climb up trees and jump down from the highest branch?
Maybe he gave him the cookie because at one point my grandma did something like that to me and you know what? I’m fine. I grew up and still made good choices. My dad is learning how to be a grandpa while still simultaneously being a father. He cares for Taco but still makes sure that I’m ok. We are still learning and growing everday. Maybe it’s fine to stop and smell the cookies…but only sometimes!!!!!