C.A.
Speaking from the other side of the fence.
To be madly in love with another human being, to hold them in your arms and to want the world to acknowledge that they are the most beautiful child ever, can induce in type of insane thought cycles. "Oh look at him, he is so cute, I cant wait to see him taste a piece of this cake." It is not a thought of what would mom and dad want. I agree that it should be, but to be honest it is more a though about how much you love the child, how much you want to spoil that child, how much you love to see them happy, laughing and smiling.
Something happens within the heart of a grandparent and you begin to see your own children in the eyes of your grandchildren. You remember all of the times that you said no, all of the times you were too busy, and now here you are holding a piece of them in your arms. You can say yes, you now have the time, you now understand that life is too short to get all upset over the little things. Life is too short to get upset over spilled milk, stained shirts, or all of the things you said no to.
There is an insanity that comes with the birth of a grandchild. It is called love, unconditional love, with the understanding that comes with age, with life is short and soon you will be gone. You ask yourself if you will be around for the first birthday, the second birthday, first grade, or graduation. Your own siblings are getting cancer, your cousins and friends are dying. You look at your spouse and you see the age on their face and you are reminded each and every day that life is leaving you, and you may have a heart attack, have cancer, or die in your sleep before that little one even knows who you are.
We dont say these things out loud, but in our hearts we think them. And when we hold your precious little bundle we want to love them in that moment, at that time, because we not have tomorrow. Even if we are not that old, our bodies are reminding us that we are losing our strength, and we begin to see that the end comes with no warning sometimes.
So yes he should have agreed to honor your authority. He should have put aside his own thoughts, he own wants, his own desires, and given into what you wanted for that child. I do not disagree with you. But if he were to die today, he would have had very wonderful experience for the two of them. Maybe his insane love for that child goes deeper than you are aware of. I know that parents will take me apart saying if he really loved that child he would not have put his health at risk. I have been there with my own children and my own parents and mil. I have been so upset with them that I have had to leave in order to regain my composer. Now I am on the other side and I try to remember that my insanity is not an excuse. I see my own father, an invalid in a hospital bed and the way he looks at my children when they visit, I talk to him and I know the things he thinks about.
He talks about the things he did with them, the things he sahred with them, that is what he thinks about on his death bed now. I am learning about things that they did that I did not know about. I am seeing the twinkle in his eyes as he talks about it and the shy look on my kids faces as they remember and laugh. And then I see that the insanity is a 2 way street. I see how much it meant to my kids to know that the grandparents would break a rule and that they are as insane about their grandparents. I see that the memories they created with them, without my knowledge are the ones that have left the most impact.
Am I insane with love, yes. Most grandparents are. Insanity can make us do things that we later may regret, but it is not about you. It is about the love that grows so intense that you can not let go of it. Be upset if you must. Realize that the relationship goes beyond anything that can be explained. Be kind and understanding, firm and understanding, make you point. Remember that while they will try, most grandparents will cheat from time to time. I am sorry this happened, but I am glad that your grandson has a grandfather who has gone insane with love.