I have written about my grandmother a couple of times, of how she views our parenting style as permissive, and how I would live to regret this one day, and how she defends her own abusive post war parenting style, even though the results aren't pretty. I could fill books about how her visions of parenting clash with what we are doing.
Don't get me wrong, I deeply love my grandmother, and I have inherited a lot of her character.
On trait we have in common is our stubbornness.
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Luckily, my daughter had taken a tiny nap on the way. And she was hungry.
She ate two plates of soup, finished a plate of peas and meat and asked for more, and then topped this off with one and half frangipane cake.
You can imagine my grandmother was on cloud nine, as for that generation 'eating good' (read finishing your plate and having a big appetite) is a big deal.
The whole time, my daughter was on her best behavior, playing calmly, taking a tour of the apartment without any mayhem. Drawing together with Oma...
After this visit, my Oma got on the phone with my mother and told her she had to take back what she previously had said about our parenting, because it obviously works. Yep, the same stubborn grandmother admitting that the fruit of our labor isn't rotten after all... Not bad at all!
Note: I have to admit that I as a bit surprised by my daughters angelic behavior. This is not every day! I think that she is just intelligent enough to understand what is expected of her, and 'gets' how to adapt her behavior depending on who she's with, and this at the age of three!