A Grandparent’s Prerogative

Our granddaughter Rayne has been with us the last few days.  She really enjoys time on the farm and it’s a joy to have her here.

Of course is a Grandpa’s prerogative to post pictures of his granddaughter on his blog.  🙂

Helping harvest potatoes

Helping harvest potatoes

She especially likes playing with the animals.

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One of the great things about grand-parenting is the sense of freedom to be a little more relaxed about things than a parent might be.  So when Rayne requested a supper of strawberries, mushrooms and carrots, we consented.

It seems to me that as grandparents we should be able to spoil her just a little.

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12 comments on “A Grandparent’s Prerogative

  1. Tina Schell says:

    As kids go, that’s a pretty darned healthy request! Beats m&m’s and ice cream!

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    • Bill says:

      So true. That’s certainly not what her father would have requested at her age. For lunch the next day she requested cucumbers with vinegar. Makes her farmer Grandpa smile.

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  2. shoreacres says:

    It seems to me that a supper of strawberries, mushrooms and carrots beats any kind of fast food, any day. With requests like that, I think you can feel free to indulge away!

    I need to find a dandelion puff. That’s fun.

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    • Bill says:

      True of course. Cherie had cooked a chicken, which is usually one of Rayne’s favorites. But when she asked her if she wanted chicken she said no thanks and requested that unusual combination instead. Rather than forcing her to eat what had been prepared for her (which we would have done had she requested ice cream and cake), we let her have what she wanted. And felt no guilt at all. 🙂

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  3. claire says:

    how adorable…children are God’s gifts to us….you are blessed!!!

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  4. C.C. says:

    Aw, yes indeed! The first and foremost of farmers’ jobs!

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  5. Bob Braxton says:

    a favorite summer of mine was 1954 when (afterwards) I turned age 10 in August. Along with my brother who turned six during that time, I spent weeks on the (flue-cured) tobacco farm with a large family (there are nine children, my mother being the oldest). One uncle was just eleven (one year older that June) and my Aunt was (and still is) three years YOUNGER. From before the birth of our first grandchild (in 2007) I have been writing my “grandparenting journal” not intended to be published. Ours just celebrated six and two (ages) birthdays one day apart mid-July.

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    • Bill says:

      I grew up working on a tobacco farm in the summer too. I’m confident that I worked harder at age ten than most American adults work today.

      I have a brother and two sisters and we all worked. We had lots of cousins who helped too. And I had an uncle who was two years younger than me.

      It’s great that you’re keeping a grandparenting journal. I’m sure your grandchildren will enjoy reading it someday.

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  6. Farmgirl says:

    I am loving being a grandma! How fun that she is making wonderful memories on your farm!

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    • Bill says:

      It felt a little strange the first time I was called “Grandpa.” But now it makes my heart glow. 🙂
      Our Rayne loves being on the farm. She went back home today and when she found out she was leaving she started to cry. Broke my heart and warmed it at the same time.

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