it’s the one you don’t see coming
We had this really wonderful week with my parents.
They stayed in a hotel (yay!) so we all had enough time to do our own thing and no one felt the pinch of too many people in too small a space. We all enjoyed one another’s company. It was a delightful time.
Right up until it wasn’t.
As they were leaving, my dad pulled me aside and told me how much he and my mom really loved my family and enjoyed spending time with us. And he said that was why he needed to tell me these next few things. He said Griff was really maturing and growing up (which I know) and that sometimes parents don’t notice that because they are too close to the situation. I told him that I do know that because I am close to the situation. We work really hard to make sure that we spend time alone with Griff to help foster his budding maturity. 
He also said they were concerned about Eliza’s weight. I wasn’t overly surprised by that, either, as I had seen him watching her this week. She’s six and admittedly at that awkward age little girls all seem to hit. But she’s active and healthy. He said she was a prime candidate for juvenile diabetes. I said there was no need for them to worry, that she was fine. As I relayed that story to Mike, his comment was that it was no surprise that I have body image issues. I wasn’t much older than Eliza is now when they began to talk with me about my own weight.
And lastly, as if this wasn’t enough, he said we needed to get involved in a church (which we already know, right?) because we need it for our marriage. Now, in this life of mine, nothing has come quite as easily to me as this marriage to Mike. I say that as a compliment to Mike because I cannot possibly be easy to live with or to deal with on a day to day basis. I undoubtedly bring new meaning to the term ‘high-maintenance.’ And while a church would certainly be nice, I think that our marriage is doing ok. But then, in all honesty, my mother has been saying that I was a bad wife to Mike for years now. God bless him, Mike says he’s really the only one who gets to say if I’m a good wife or not.
And while all of this was hurtful and annoying (mostly because I let my guard down and didn’t see it coming… annoyed with myself), I’m pretty much over it already. And I’m choosing to just remember that we all had a good time together.
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Oh. Wow. Mmmm-kay.
Parents are tough. That’s really all I can say without going completely off on a tirade. (Especially since I’ve been living with mine for 6+ months.) Just concentrate on the good time you had.
Funny to note that while your parents are concerned about Eliza’s weight, mine are busy seeing how many Cheetos they can stuff into my children in a given day.