And Mom? You keep doing the hard work. Keep being the "beauty"—the architect, the nurse, the warden, and the chef. Because when the toddler is screaming at 3 AM, it isn't Grandma they call.
The "beauty" of modern parenting is exhausting. It is unattainable. The grandma who lets the toddler jump on the couch and eat frosting from the can is, frankly, happier. Her children (the parents) get a break. The grandchildren get a memory.
are wired for protection and projection. The "beauty" of youth is the anxiety of proving you are a good parent. You are judged by your peers, by Instagram, by the pediatrician. You have to prove you know what you are doing.