The Typical Chaotic Blessings of Babysitting My Grandson
My oldest daughter has always said that when she had a baby she wanted me to retire from teaching to help her raise her child. I felt so honored that she would want me to help her, and three years ago when she was pregnant I agreed to retire. I did tell her that we needed some boundaries because as much as I wanted to be able to be a part of my grandson’s life, I also had some things I wanted to do in retirement, so I would watch Parker two days a week as well as some other times when she and her husband wanted some time to get away.
First, let me say I am incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to be with Parker, and let me also say that it’s helpful that I have a sense of humor because, between Parker and our Border Collie, a typical day is crazy chaos. Here is what a typical Parker day looks like.
· I wake up at 6 and head out for an early run before Parker comes. I run in my neighborhood, and on Parker mornings I only have an hour before I have to let the dog out and jump in the shower. Unfortunately, it’s those mornings when the neighbors all stop me on their way out to work to tell me things or ask if I have heard any good neighborhood gossip. I actually love talking with all of them, but it definitely shortens my run. I also am not a fan of running in the dark because we have creatures in our neighborhood. We have a bird that sounds like the pre-historic bird in Johnny Quest. (if you have never seen Johnny Quest you should check it out.) Yesterday, there was something in the bushes at the top of the street that was definitely in distress. I was praying it would not reveal itself. So, the start of my day is an attempt to run wrapped up in a hope for survival. Midway through my run my youngest comes out on the porch and wants me to approve her choice of work apparel which is usually from my closet.
· At 8, I release the Border Collie. Before we (okay I am the guilty one) brought Bandit into our home I knew nothing about Border Collies. Oh my lord, how can I describe this breed? The Tasmanian Devil because of the manic energy mixed with something unbelievably sweet and much smarter than I will ever be. He is amazing, but he is also a lot. He runs out on the porch, looks around stealthily deciding on what he should chase today because he will be chasing something, and then he is off at blazing speed. After he plays with each of his toys and three sticks we head inside where he howls near his bowl until I feed him.
· Parker comes at 8:45, so I shower and eat breakfast as quickly as possible. I’m not sure why but the Parker mornings when I cannot stray from his side (I have strayed and very bad things happened.) are the mornings when I feel like I have a huge list of things I need to do, but I know I need to enjoy my time with him, and the rest can wait.
· At 8:45, chaos arrives, and Bandit loses his mind because his buddy has arrived. Parker and Bandit were born a week apart, they have the same personality, and I hope they are friends for life. Parker first checks on all his trucks and cars and makes sure all his possible runways for the cars are clear. He then begins his many loops around the house with his ridiculously loud toy lawnmower. I tell everyone that you have to “Shoe up” when he is running with that because he is not stopping for your feet.
· During his day, he will consume at least one popsicle, throw all the dog’s tennis balls through the cat door to the basement, leave tiny cars everywhere, and in the five minutes when I have to go to the bathroom, he will put pennies in the DVD player, and decide to strum the guitar. The cat is oddly absent during his entire visit.
· He loves to play at my desk, and between being a writer and a teacher there are plenty of interesting things for him to discover. When he leaves I try to put everything back.
· Parker decided to be an escape artist last week. I have a routine where I put him down for a nap then I take out the dog and cut some lettuce for lunch. As I was in the garden, my husband stepped out and said, “Jen, Parker isn’t with you? I heard him running.” Parker had climbed out of the crib, walked down the stairs, pushed open the baby gate, opened the front door, walked down the stairs, and found us outside.
The Parker days are a little crazy especially when we go outside because it’s mostly me chasing him and praying he doesn’t face plant on the asphalt. There are actually a lot of prayers while I am watching him. I will say that I enjoy watching the Disney show Bluey, and I know how blessed I am to be a part of the crazy life of a toddler.
