I spent rather more time than I could have imagined putting a pair of reading glasses on a pastel confetti-covered toro pinata.
I might have created a monster as 19-month old Grainne now expects me to sing from “Carmen” whenever we engage with this bull-shaped pinata.
She was scared at first, and I understand why…the new creature seemed “real.” But unfamiliar and potentially too wild. Now it is part of the domestic scene.
Things are changing and fast. G. has new words such as “mine” and “no.” “Boom” and “dog” seemed easier on the ear. I wouldn’t exactly say the grandma/baby honeymoon is over, but we’re entering a new stage.
I don’t quite remember this feeling, though, from motherhood–that we are entering it together. Maybe I was bossier as a mom.
I bring her into my world and she lets me in to hers.