Imagine an 83-year-old great grandma babysitting for her three young great-grandchildren? I couldn’t imagine it either, until I read that she was Italian. Then, I understood. And I knew exactly where the story would go from there, especially the parts about unwanted opinions on child rearing. In “The Real Cost of My Grandma’s Babysitting,” blogger Nicole Caccavo Kear, tells the story of her helpful grandma and all her opinions on raising kids. It takes a village to raise a child and the Italian village has its matriarchs who are always right, and Kear gets it 100 percent accurate with her depiction. You must really read this blog, especially if you have nonne in your life.
Been there, done that, many times. Of course, the nonne in my life aren’t all my nonna. Some are zie. Some are cugine. Some are amiche. What unites them is that they all know better than I do. And that’s fine. They’re veteran Italian women, so I was expecting all the “suggestions” the minute I saw the positive sign on the pregnancy test. Every now and then I want the “suggestions,” even if they are criticisms disguised as advice. It is all doled out with love and a meatball, which makes it better than okay. Someday, I’ll be one of those nonne, zie, cugine, and amiche, and my “suggestions,” along with my lasagne, will be just as welcome – or at least that’s how I’d like to imagine it.
In the meantime, as you can tell from the photo above, I am raising the Energizer Bunny. From the day he was born, he has been set for maximum speed, volume, and power. His batteries never get old or tired. And there is no off button, or at least we haven’t found one yet. Get me a nonna stat!