So last night me and B got to talking/arguing about my family and what we're going to do for thanksgiving after we have the baby. I said we should go to my parents house for thanksgiving if they invite us because we go to his parents for christmas, and he said he wants to spend both holidays with his parents and we can go to my parents some non-holiday time, cause why should they get to spend the holidays with our kids after the way they've treated us all these years.
At some point in the argument I started
weeping hysterically, because I realized that this whole conversation
was academic, because my parents have never invited my husband to their
house ever, let alone invited us both over for thanksgiving. O,
pregnancy. I don't even remember the last time I cried, I think it was
before I even moved to the south. O wait, I think it was actually that time I couldn't have hush puppies a few months ago. B got all concerned and nice but I
felt bad and was like "I'm not trying to win this argument by crying I
swear, I can't help it!" But then that turned into a long crying rant
about my parents and how much they suck and how my dad is totally going
to be offering to pay for circumcisions if we have a boy even though I
don't want to circumcise our kids.
I've been thinking about my
parents a lot lately, and how they are going to react when we tell them.
Especially my mom. My dad I'm actually not worried about at all- every
time we talk he keeps asking how TTC is going, he's suggested I pray to
try to get pregnant (which I never responded to that email- but in
retrospect, yeah, that probably means he's not anti-me getting pregnant)
and I know he will be super excited about being a grandpa. Heck, my
entire teenagehood/20somethingyears he was shoving babies into my arms
and taking pictures while I held it awkwardly, while I guess he was
imagining himself as a grandpa. In fact we had huge arguments in my
early 20s cause at the time I wasn't sure I ever wanted to have kids
(wasn't really sure about that until I met B / was in my late 20s)
and he would argue about how what's the point of life, etc.
I am really not at all worried about my dad, but I am super worried
about how my mom is going to react, and it's been really pissing me off
the past few days that I AM worried about this, that instead of plotting
how I *get* to tell my parents they are going to be grandparents the
first time, I'm worried about how to *break the news* that they are
going to have a grandchild whose father will be a man they have met
twice and disapprove of. Why do my parents/mom have to be
such fucking jerks and threaten that my "kids will be totally estranged from the rest of my relatives" when I was getting married, and so now put a shadow over a time when I should just be
happy and thrilled and not have to worry about this bullshit. I just
keep flashing back to when I called my mom to tell her I was engaged,
and she was silent for like an entire minute and then when I was finally
like "So...are you going to say anything?" she was like "You know how I
feel!" and hung up on me and then we didn't talk for like 4 years.
Until last thanksgiving in fact.
I want my kid(s) to have a
relationship with their grandparents on my side (although not one where
my parents are trying to convert them). I want my
mom to make a baby quilt for my kid the way she made baby quilts for
all my cousins when they had their first kids. I want me and my husband
and kids to go visit my parents down in their Florida condo (that they
inherited from my grandparents and are planning to retire to) the way I
used to visit my grandparents living in that same condo, and hide
awkwardly in the second bedroom with my kids the way my parents and us
used to hide from my grandparents in that same room.
I'm want to
wait a bit longer to tell them, although I am probably going to talk to
them on Thanksgiving and who knows, I am terrible at keeping secrets so I
might just blurt it out. But what I also really don't want is to have a
miscarriage (well in general I don't want that), for me to have to tell
my parents, and for my mom to be secretly thinking that I am being
punished for not being religious.
On the other hand, the longer
I wait to tell them, the longer I have to worry about how they will
react, which has now led to at least one weeping episode. So maybe I
should tell them sooner, just to get it over with.
I was talking
to another former-orthodox jewish friend of mine who also has a really
bad relationship with her mother, and she told me that she is always
making friends with older ladies her mom's age as substitute
mothers...and it struck me that I totally do the same thing. My
adviser/coauthor from college is in her early 60s, and has been like a
substitute mom for me- she's come to visit me down here more than my
mom has (twice now), she actually came to my wedding unlike my own mom,
and even gave a little speech during the ceremony (which my MIL also
did). Here in the south, my closest friends in my department are women
my mom's age- my chair (late 50s/ early 60s) my department secretary
(early 60s) and a deadhead prof I go to shows with (exactly 60 years
old). At my 30th birthday party this year there were more 60somethings
than 30somethings. There are lots of people/women in the department
much closer to my age, and yet I became much better friends with all the
ones who are the same age as my mom. Woah.
when I told my brother he sent me a bunch of text messages asking how
B and I feel about it, how I'm feeling in general, etc. It was
really nice, I didn't expect him to be all protect-y like that. :)