Mommy Issues

For days now I've been going back and forth about whether or not I should blog about all of the family stuff that's been going on around here, and I've decided that I will, at least to a certain extent. There was some drama over us missing my nephew's birthday party a few weeks ago that was stirred up by my SIL thinking that I yelled at her and hung up on her over the phone, neither of which I did. I could go into the whole mess, but I don't think that I will because that's not the point of this blog today.

To make it short, SIL has the whole family mad at me. My mom, who wasn't there for the conversation, has believed SIL's version of events and not mine. I've been trying to be the grown-up in this situation and just let it drop, but that's been interpreted by my mother as confirmation that SIL is the one telling the truth. I've tried directly telling my mother what happened, but she still believes SIL over me. She believes that I lashed out at SIL because of grief over Kenneth, since Kenneth's birthday was the 14th. While this time of year is hard on me, the drama with SIL had absolutely nothing to do with any of that. I've told mom that, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

It bothers me quite a bit that rather than believe me, my mom insists on believing that I'm telling her a warped version of events because I'm grief-stricken over my son. It's been 3 years, and while I still miss Kenneth greatly, it hasn't clouded my judgement in a very long time. It seems like she believes I'm so psychologically damaged that I can't possibly be telling her the truth, and that really bothers me. She said that I'm over-protective of Grant to the point of being pathological (except I do things like let him go down slides at the playground head-first.....), and that also bothers me immensely. How do I not get bothered by my mother thinking that I'm borderline mentally ill?

My mom and I don't think alike, and really we never have. We're both very strong women, and both of us have a stubborn streak. I was pretty much raised by my mom and only my mom, so it cuts me pretty deeply when it's so very obvious that she thinks poorly of me. She disagrees with a lot of the choices that I've made over the years, and will usually let me know in plain words when she thinks I'm doing something I shouldn't be doing. Disagreement I can handle, but with her it's never just disagreement: it's usually a defect in me, not "we don't see eye to eye on this". It's hard to know how to handle that.

I want to stick up for myself and my choices, and I want her to understand why I make decisions the way that I do even if she doesn't agree with them. It never happens that way though. When I had to go back to work before I wanted to after Grant was born (when he was 8 weeks old instead of 12 weeks old-- I'd been out on maternity leave for longer than the FMLA-allowed 12 weeks because of bedrest, and 8 weeks after delivery was the longest leave I could take and still keep my job), I was pretty upset because I wanted to be home longer. Rather than support me, her response was that I should quit my teaching job mid-semester and just be a stay-at-home mom. When I told her that I would love to, but finances wouldn't permit it and I couldn't quit a teaching job mid year like that if I ever wanted to get another teaching job, she didn't understand it at all. I was being selfish and putting our material comfort above the needs of my son. Nevermind that I'd put years of work and thousands of dollars into earning the teaching degree that she wanted me to throw away, nevermind that staying home would mean we couldn't pay our bills or have health insurance-- working was the selfish choice.

I think this situation is a lot like that one. I make a decision that seems perfectly rational to me, and it gets twisted around in her mind to mean that there is some deep defect in my psyche. It's very hurtful and I don't know how I can change that. Most likely, I can't change it. So, I'm faced with the choice of continuing to be closely involved with my family and knowing that inevitably I'll be hurt like this again somewhere down the line, or backing off and getting them all even more upset with me. I'm not sure what the right answer is, or even if there is a right answer.

Mother-daughter relationships can get interesting sometimes, can't they?


Prayers for a friend

Please say a prayer for my friend Amanda and her husband. They found out this week that the baby they are expecting in July has Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia, which is a pretty serious birth defect. They're in pretty much the same position we were in when we found out about Kenneth's heart. They could really use a lot of prayer as they navigate all of the ups and downs of this situation.

Springtime

It got up to 78 degrees here today. Spring is officially on its way, which makes me very happy. I love spring in the Texas Hill Country. The weather is usually just about perfect, with highs hovering between 70-80 and a lot of sunshine. My absolute favorite thing about spring around here is the wildflowers, bluebonnets in particular. Usually they all come up almost overnight. You'll go from seeing your typical green field to fields just full of bluebonnets. The picture I have here is the rule, not the exception.

Spring around here means I need to go shopping for warm-weather clothes. If you're ever contemplating a move to the Lone Star State, plan on having a wardrobe that's about 75% short-sleeved and lightweight. Those big wool sweaters will only get use about once every three years, so you don't need too many. Short-sleeved things can be worn nearly year-round. Another must-have are sandals. I wear mine almost every day, even to work because my campus is casual that way. My current wardrobe is looking a little sad, though. I had to get rid of a lot of my shirts because pregnancy changed my, ahem, shape. Shirts that used to fit perfectly suddenly became too short, so I bought a few things last year to get me through. Those shirts have seen so much wear that they're all pilling. Time to hit the stores.

Spring also means I've got the gardening bug. Usually at this time of year, I start picking out my flowers. This year, I can't really spend money on landscaping because there's a good chance it'll all get torn up whenever the builder finally gets around to fixing our house's foundation. So, I've been looking into alternative ways to scratch my gardening itch. Container gardening seems to be the leading contender, but it's pricey. Summers around here have temperatures in the 100's and usually not much rain, and I don't have much shade in my back yard. So, in order to keep my plants alive in pots, I'd have to water at least once a day, if not twice a day. Knowing me, I'd forget to do that and my plants would all die. A girl can dream, right?

Finally, Spring means Kenneth's birthday and angel day are coming around the corner. We've been doing our best around here to think about all of the other positive things that spring brings, and remember Kenneth without letting it overshadow everything else. Some days it's easier than others. He's been on my mind a lot over the past week or so since his birthday is this weekend. Jacob has to work on his birthday, so I'm not sure if I'll go out to the cemetary without him or just wait until Monday so that we can go as a family. We'll replace the silk flowers that are out there, clean his stone, and talk to him for a little while. Then we'll go back to our lives and try to enjoy the beauty in the world. I would have liked to show Kenneth a Texas spring.

Bad blogger

I don't know what my problem has been, but I haven't updated this thing in ages. I feel like I have a lot to say and nothing to say all at the same time. Maybe I just have a lot of nothing to say? Ha ha. Anyway, the highlights...

We got a new puppy about a month ago to keep our other dog, Moose, company. As I was just sitting down to describe her, the brat looked straight at me and peed on my living room floor. Agh! She's learned to sit and stay, but she just doesn't seem to be getting the concept of potty training. I've never had a dog take this long to housebreak. Grr. Anyway, she's a black mouth cur mixed with who knows what, and her basic disposition is very good. Really, her only major character flaw is the housebreaking issue. I'm hoping we can get this straightened out soon. I spanked her nose and put her outside by herself when she peed on the floor, and now she's at the back door howling like her little puppy heart is breaking. Sigh.

The house stuff is moving along, just very, very slowly. I'm going to guess that we'll be heading to arbitration at some point, but when that will be is anyone's guess. I love this house, so I really hope that it gets fixed correctly so that we can stay and I can do all of the landscaping and painting that I've been wanting to do but can't. I really want to put in a vegetable garden, plant some roses, and add some flowering trees to the front yard. We were thinking we'd put in a flowering plum, a magnolia, and possibly some crape myrtles, but I don't want to spend the money on new trees if a foundation repair crew is going to come in and rip them up to get the work done, so all projects are on hold.

Jacob is back on the day shift at work. That has been wonderful beyond words. I get to see him every day, even if it's just for a few minutes in the morning and a half-hour or so before bed. He's not nearly as cranky, because he actually gets enough sleep at night and he doesn't have to flip-flop his body clock every few days in order to be able to see Grant. It was really hard on us to keep our marriage in good shape when he was working nights-- how do you run a household when you go days on end without seeing one another? I know that plenty of couples manage it, but it was getting rough for us. Having him back on days has been a huge improvement.

We're planning a vacation for June to celebrate 5 years of being married. Our anniversary is in July, but July is inventory at Jacob's store, so no vacation time for anyone in July. We decided we'd just go celebrate in June instead. Our flight and hotel are already booked, and now we just have to figure out what we want to do once we get there. We're going to go without Grant, which will be good and difficult all at the same time. My mom has agreed to watch him for me, so he'll be fine, but I still have that bit of mommy guilt for planning to leave him.

Those are the major happenings for now. I have my spring break next week, so I'm just trying to make it through one more week of work. I'll try to think of a good blog topic between now and then so that I update more frequently!