I am still resting after rearing fourteen of my own children. I have not rushed into the arena of looking after my grandchildren. I know many peers that help out with their children’s children because both parents to go out to work.
I called my son John yesterday. He was getting ready to go to a wedding. He sounded stressed. I asked “Are you bringing the children with you?” He has two boys under three. Yes, he was bringing them. What a nightmare? I remembered many years ago when I brought my son that I was breastfeeding to a wedding. I did not enjoy the day. There was no one there who was sympathic to my situation. I have found the attitude “You chose to have your children. Tough on you get on with it. You have a choice you know, not to have children, to save you all this work.” Out of compassion for he and his wife I offered to babysit for a few hours until another relative would baby sit them in the evening.
I ventured to say “Put them to bed for their afternoon sleep before I arrive.” I was hoping the boys would sleep most of the time I was there. I arrived to see Rachel looking beautiful and glamourous. She winked at me as they drove off for the day. My son and his wife could have a day away from the children to enjoy a meal and relax with friends.
I made myself comfortable to do some work on my iPad. Fifteen minutes later I heard one of the boys crying. I left him for a minute or two, hoping he would go over to sleep again. But no, Daniel needed attention. His mum told me he likes a bottle of milk when he awakes. I prepared the milk and then picked him up from his cot.
He continued to cry even though I tried to comfort him. He drank some of the milk but went back to crying. I did not want to ring his parents and tell them their baby was crying. I nursed him and prayed over him. With his little arms he tried to push my hands away as I held him. How come a one year old had such strong arms? If any neighbour heard him crying they may have called the child help line to report a crying child.
After ten minutes little Daniel adjusted to his mum not being there and stopped crying. He and I became great pals for the afternoon. He isn’t walking yet but can stand up holding onto the furniture. He crawled about the floor and played happily with blocks and looked at toy books.
I needed to put some logs on the fire. While I was doing that Daniel wondered off down the corridor. When I looked for him he was in the bathroom. He was standing up beside the toilet bowl dipping his hand in and sucking on his fingers. Agharrrrr. I don’t know if the toilet had been flushed.
I didn’t panic. I have reared fourteen of my own children and no disaster is going to befall my grandchild that I will not be able to cope with. I trust God’s promise.
If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; (Psalm 91:9-11 NIV)
I did not rush him to the Local Accident and Emergency. I washed his hands and mouth and carried on with our day. So keep the toilet door closed if you are baby sitting.
Daniel was none the worse for his day with me. I was not reported to Childline and I did not have to go to the A and E. His mum and dad had a great day out.
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Good for you Angela!!!! Off to a dramatic start with Daniel but I’m sure you’ll make a great babysitter when called upon again! And will develop a close relationship with the two boys, probably as a result too. Sometime can you email me a photo of the two of them please. I’d love to see them. Thanks, Áine xo