My kids used to like my parents, but the last time, something seems to have happened. They came down really hard on my son for little things, like using the right fork, or slouching at the dinner table, and for backtalk. They used to do exactly the same thing to me, and it just made me resentful. It didn’t change me one bit. I asked exactly the same questions that he does: “Why are manners so important?”
I, at least, try to explain it to him. They don’t bother.
I think it’s a silly thing. They enjoy the kids otherwise, and the kids would enjoy them, except this really makes them nervous. When we were on vacation together, we gave the kids the opportunity to eat separately from us, and they jumped at the chance. I guess my parents made dinnertime miserable for them. I don’t think my daughter annoyed them, but she is really protective of my son, so she felt bad when he felt bad.
I don’t want to tell my parents that the kids aren’t happy to see them. At least, not directly. They’ll get all defensive, and try to justify what they’re doing, and be stubborn. Does anyone wonder where me and my son get our stubbornness? I know this kind of fighting just doesn’t work with stubborn people who know they are in the right, whether they in the right or not. I would have thought my parents would have figured it out with me, but apparently not.
I have a very tricky family, communications-wise. We are not supposed to talk about personal stuff. We are not supposed to analyze each other, or share information about each other. For example, there’s a complicated situation where my brother has had a girlfriend for years, but he acts as if she is not his girlfriend, and he’s always looking for someone else. He’s never brought her to any family functions. He might be moving in with her, but he hasn’t told me. He’s told my parents, but they felt really bad telling me, like they would get in trouble for it.
The complication is that she was my friend first. So I can invite her to family functions at my house, since she’s my friend, and she’ll even share a room with my brother. But he has never invited her to one. Another complication is that he got the lesson about not talking about feelings or sharing any personal information much better than I did (as you can see from what I write here). Ai-yi-yi! Oy veh is mir! Christ in a handbasket! Settling the Middle East conflict looks like child’s play compared to this!