My parents are coming in on Thursday. . . da da boom. There was actually some question whether they were, my dad did something to his leg and is having trouble walking. But as much as I tend to gripe about their visits, it’s a lot easier to do it this way than to haul our two children to their un-childproofed, toyless house in New England. Not to mention the cost of four airline tickets these days.
So they will be here. Thursday. And we’ll see how it goes because there were a couple of cool events happening this weekend that I’d like to go to. Is it rude to do stuff when you have visitors around? I’d bring them along, but if Dad doesn’t want to be in the car. . .well, we’ll see.
My mom sounded drawn out. I bet my Dad has been a real beast, especially as it’s been going on for a month. And as much as I try to pride myself on personal growth and all, when they come, internally I heave a big *sigh*. Here we go again. This time, I want to rewrite the script.
Nope, they are not a lot of fun. They’re not bad, just kind of a downer. So yeah, I get why they like to visit–well, certainly why my Mom does. After all, I do the cooking, instead of her. I do the washing up. But even more than that, I know I am lucky. I have a great family. I enjoy coming home to my family, to my kids. Here there is light and laughter and love, and I can say that without being cheesy. We play and tickle and hug each other. It’s great. And Mom and Dad–they are only human. I get my Mom, at least on most levels. I don’t get my Dad–except for the God part, I don’t really know what he is thinking. He is always so stern, unsmiling. I don’t really know how much he misses us, if he does at all, because he keeps the evidence of those feelings inside.
But regardless of what I think I know, what I can do is try to make my Mom’s life a little easier for a few days. And I can make some great meals, so they won’t miss the restaurants too much. And I can practice my listening and open-ended questions on them. So that’s my plan. I’m going to cut down the whining (though frankly Leif and I will probably be rolling our eyes at least once) and look at the bright side. Because that is the person I choose to be.