If you received a bad email from me, I’m terribly sorry. Yahoo sent a notice that accounts were compromised. I don’t know the extent, but I did find over 100 “message delivery failure notice” emails in my inbox. I hope that means the spam didn’t go through.
SO much to tell you, but I’m in a rush. A friend from junior high/high school is in town, and I’m going to meet her. I’m excited! It’s been a long time since we saw each other. It’s 2.5 hours away, so it makes for a long day in addition to helping my friend with her granddaughter this evening and starting the Love Spanks party later tonight.
Granddaughter is being a pill! I made homemade meatballs for dinner last night because she loves them. Would she eat them? Nope. Was I sympathetic? Nope. (Picture 4-year-old throwing a screaming, flailing, sobbing tantrum once I arrived because Grandma had a physical therapy appointment and I took granddaughter grocery shopping. Picture 4-year-old screaming in the car, not because anything was wrong, and falling asleep…and then pretending to be asleep the entire time we were grocery shopping. Then picture 4-year-old unable to let one minute go by without letting the grown-ups talk. She’s usually a darling, but in the past month she’s become a total pain.) Grandma let her stay home from preschool and have a snack in the afternoon, and 4-year-old is always a light eater. But Grandma and Mom fussed at her to eat, which equaled attention. So we prolonged the fun for a good half hour.
Afterward, my friend said to me (SHE loved the meatballs, at least…lol!) that she was so glad I put my foot down because no one else did. I said I didn’t want to overstep my role (I’m just the family friend, after all), and she said she only does what she can do to get by…that she doesn’t have it in her physically or emotionally to be firm the way she needs to.
That made me so sad. She’s raised one set of children already, and now she’s trying to raise the next generation. Grandmothers are supposed to get to spoil and indulge, not lay down the law. But then I think of my friends who were raised by their grandmothers, and they weren’t pampered.
Their grandmothers weren’t terminally ill, either.
I got choked up at the dinner table as we were talking, when she said, “I should have made her go to school, but I like having her around.” I didn’t say it, but I thought…how long will you be well enough to have her around you? Go ahead and spoil her. We’ll discipline her instead.
Instead, I said, “I’m pretty strict, and I don’t mind setting limits…but I don’t want to interfere with your being a Grandma.”
She said, “We’ll work it out. As long as we keep communicating.”
My heart still thumps whenever I wonder how long she has and how long she’ll be able to do the things she wants to do, but I’m so thankful for her place in my life. She is so generous with her heart, so transparent and loving. I grew up in a strict , conservative family (which will surprise no one…hehe), and while I see the problems with indulging a child (4-year-old really, truly has been awful lately)…there are worse things than being adored. I’ve seen neglected and abused children, and I’ve seen children who weren’t wanted by anybody.
We all have our own craziness, and we’re just trying to get by. And yet, in those moments, we still find love and meaning.
Today, I’m thankful for children who are loved and wanted.
I’m thankful to all you wonderful, sweet, fabulous people who pre-ordered Mistress on Her Knees. It’s my first time self-publishing, and I am nervous! I hope it goes well. Thank you for the wonderful virtual hug yesterday of your pre-orders.
I’m thankful for lovely readers who share with me what my books meant to you. It’s a lot of work to put together a book, and the financial rewards are not always outstanding (to put it mildly). Thank you for the sweet messages of encouragement.
I’m thankful for many things, but I have to get going or I will no longer be able to be thankful for getting to see my friend. ❤ Hugs and have a wonderful day! What are you thankful for?