Mamaw and Papaw's House

Is there really anything better than watching your kid wake up in her little brown jammies with pink hearts on them, hair a little awry, dreamy sleep only minutes away from her little head, with a big smile on her face because you're at the best house in the universe? The house with two people who have higher office in her mind than the Sugar Plum Fairy, the Disney Princesses, and Fancy Nancy with all her amazing accessories? That's right, it's Mamaw and Papaw's house. When we're here all I hear is "Mamaw told me I could..." and "Papaw said it was okay..." Now, don't think for two minutes that my parents go around me and spoil her to death. No way. They are totally supportive of my parenting. But my daughter has begun to tell these little fibs to me in order to play me a bit. Do I mind? Nope. I have great memories of being at my Grandparent's houses. Time seemed to slow down. We did fun things and had no time table or agenda. Jammies would come off at noon and we'd find fun things to do until a meal I knew I would like was served and then I would play until way past my bedtime. Who wouldn't love that? So, this morning as I happily pass this legacy on to my child, I am amused for a new reason...Traveling for parents is TOTALLY different! HA! I never knew the packing, the lugging, the adult time tables, the lack of sleep that comes with parental travel. Don't get me wrong, I love it too, but I don't get the sleep I need and I eat too much and I do damage control for an overwrought kid (once the missed hours of sleep catch up to her). So, as I pass on the baton of warm fuzzies to Lily, I take the baton of parenting from my Mom and Dad. Guys, I never realized what you did to make our weekends so breezy. I now know that even though you loved it, you loved seeing ME love it most of all. Thank you. And Lilian, you're welcome.