My 79 year-old dad upset Taye last night at dinner out when he told him that we spoil Lovie. This isn't the first time my dad has said this and while most things my dad says (which is way too much) rolls off of Taye, this time, Taye got a little upset.
"I understand you 'have to say things' that are on your mind but you need to understand that sometimes that won't make people very happy," Taye apparently told my dad whilst I had stepped away from the table with an unruly Lovie who was overtired and wanting to go home.
"Children shouldn't be an inconvenience," my dad allegedly told Taye.
"You're right," Taye responded, very offended. "Maybe if some people like your other children didn't act so inconvenienced by their children, their children wouldn't be so screwed up. My child is not an inconvenience, she's our responsibility."
Apparently that silenced my dad- the tidbit about his other children being inconvenienced by their children.
Thing is, hearing my dad say Lovie is spoiled, doesn't really offend me much because I know he's not referring to her being spoiled in a matter that she gets absolutely whatever she wants, that she can behave in any way she wishes. No, he means she's spoiled by our love and attention. I'm certain that's what he means because guess what? She absolutely is spoiled by our love and attention.
Because as Taye told my dad last night, she's our responsibility and we're so incredibly blessed and honored- every day (and even through the unruly behaviors)- to be her parents.
So yeah. She's spoiled. Rottenly so. And it won't ever change.