Gammaw’s Kisses

Last week when we were at my parent’s house, my position in Sean’s universe slipped significantly. Anything Mommy could do, Grandma could do better.

I had heretofore been the chief boo boo kisser. I’m skilled in this particular area of medicine. I’m experienced, I’ve studied it, I’ve perfected it.

So when he bumped his knee and started crying, I reflexively called to him, “Come here Sweetie, Mommy will kiss it.” He stopped crying and looked at me. And then he looked at my mother and then back at me. “No thank you,” he said not able to look me in the eye, “Gammaw kiss it.”

“Um, well, okay,” I said trying not to sound hurt. “Grandma’s kisses are good too, I guess. I’ve got kisses over here too you know, if like, it doesn’t work out or whatever….”

He didn’t hear me saying that my kisses come with an extended warranty. He was already wrapped up in Gammaw’s arms. And it’s true. Gammaw’s kisses are superior. She can make a boo boo better no matter what’s hurting or how old you are. I know.

5 thoughts on “Gammaw’s Kisses

  1. It doesn’t matter if it is true or not. It still hurts to feel the rejection. Sadly AM, I must say that this doesn’t get any better with time.

    But I am trying to keep in mind that it is wonderful for them to even have this relationship because I never had this opportunity. The sad thing is that I had grandparents growing up. I could have had the relationship if they would have allowed it.


  2. Oh, it’s too, too true. I live in the same town as my parents, and my kids figured out long ago that Grandma is like mommy, but much nicer AND she buys candy. Humph.


  3. I didn’t have a relationship with my own grandparents. My children had and still have a great relationship with my parents. Being a brand new grandparent myself, the relationship I have with my grandchild is a miracle unto itself. My daughter flinches a little when her baby holds his arms out to me instead of her. But she’s also secure in the fact that when he doesn’t feel good, it’s his mommy he wants to cuddle with. You’re the first tier. Your mom’s the second tier and that’s exactly as it should be.


  4. It’s true… my kids forget my name when the grandparents are around… I am totally 3rd tier.

    Tina, thank you so much for your positive and encouraging comments over this “job-ish” thing… I really appreciate it!


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