I learned something about myself last week. I realized that I’ve been a grandmother-in-training for nearly four decades.
Unlike how I was with my children, I no longer freak when my granddaughters, Tilleigh, 6, and Evie, 3, don’t pick up their toys immediately after playing. I don’t get upset when they spill or break things, and I don’t get a headache when they argue.
In other words, my children trained me to become a better person.
I was sort of a clean freak in the old days. My children used to draw pictures of me vacuuming, because they saw me doing it a lot. I used to vacuum my way out the front door. Seriously.
Today, I’ve got a portion of my living room dedicated to toys, as well as two child-size recliners, a round wooden table and two chairs. When my kids were growing up, my living room was toy-free by bedtime.