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MamaZona
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As usual, wishing my family a Happy Thanksgiving, via phone, went poorly.
I had a great Thanksgiving with my husband and his extended family. So, I have no idea why I felt it necessary to ring my family up.
I guess I was feeling an excess of all-natural holiday cheer. That natural high that comes from eating turkey, laughing with friends, and overdosing on a variety of sugary desserts.
Anyway, that evening, I called my family to wish them a happy Thanksgiving.
My mother spent the bulk of the conversation alternately complaining or crying about the way her brother and sister were treating her.
Then, I called my aunt to wish her a happy Thanksgiving. I also told her I had the pageant rehersal schedule, so, we could finalize plans for my younger son’s birthday (we were all supposed to get together for his birthday–which is coming up). She insisted that we meet at an fancy, adult, sit-down restaurant for his birthday. Also, she wanted it to be at a restaurant next to her house.
I invited her to our Christmas party, and to see my older boy sing in the church choir and to see the kids in the Christmas Pageant. (All on different days.)
She gave me the run-around. The same old “I don’t know if we can, I’ll have to check the schedule.”…Once in ditching an invite she actually said “Oh, we have bronchitis and we can’t make it two weeks from now as we’ll probably still be too sick to attend–I hope you understand.” She once ditched a charity event the kids were participating in, claiming her toilets at her other house needed immediate cleaning.
Anyhow, I told her I needed to level with her. I said, first off, turning 5 at an adult, sit-down, restaurant isn’t much fun. If we’re getting together for a 5 year old, then it should be at a venue a 5 year old would enjoy. I said, I didn’t mind finding a kid-friendly place near her apartment, but I just didn’t think it would be right to take him some place only an adult would enjoy.
Then, I said, her routine avoidance of our get-togethers and cancellations were getting to be conspicuous. I told her, if she didn’t want to be invited, she needed to tell me, because asking over and over only to be turned down or cancelled on at the last minute was getting quite frustrating.
Then she blew up on me about how busy she was and how selfish I am. She said she had sent Christmas presents for the kids “you’ve got something to put under your tree, what more do you want?”
I told her I wanted people to be present in my life and in the kids’ lives–I don’t want presents.
Then she hung up on me.
I cried for a little while after that. My dad doesn’t return my calls and I haven’t seen him in 10 years. He wrote a letter to me earlier this year–which I responded to, but he hasn’t sent anything since. My mom has emotional problems and is an off-again-on-again presence in my life.
I took the gifts she sent, that evening, to the post office marked “return to sender”. To me, it is the thought that counts. And if she doesn’t want us around and thinks all we care about are gifts, that’s not the kind of thought I want from anyone.
I guess it hurt so much because my family is never there to see anything good that goes on. They never come to the kid’s birthday parties (in fact, they loathe them…say they’re only good for gawkers and people who want free entertainment…ie our friends). They won’t come to our church to see the kids perform or do things that matter to them. They refuse to be a part of anything: kid’s sports, charitable events, etc. They just don’t want to be there and express contempt for everything we do–including the fact we’ve converted to Catholicism.
I try not to be envious, but I see those other families with loving grandparents, moms, dads, uncles, aunts all watching the kids in the Christmas pageant and some small part of me wishes that could be us.
I never had family to come and watch me at school. I never had birthday parties growing up (they just weren’t necessary–only for gawkers)…we went to adult restaurants and ate food I hated and called it my birthday present–if my birthday was recognized at all. Most of the time my mom threw a fit on my birthday because it was also Mother’s Day and she hated both occasions.
Nearing thirty, I know I should be over some of this by now, but I’m having a hard time. It is especially hard at the holidays.
I feel badly about confronting my aunt. Now we won’t be meeting up at all, but I just didn’t think it was fair to my son to make him go some place he’d be bored and miserable and then tell him it was for HIS birthday.
Did I go too far by confronting her and returning the gift?

I had a great Thanksgiving with my husband and his extended family. So, I have no idea why I felt it necessary to ring my family up.
Anyway, that evening, I called my family to wish them a happy Thanksgiving.
My mother spent the bulk of the conversation alternately complaining or crying about the way her brother and sister were treating her.
Then, I called my aunt to wish her a happy Thanksgiving. I also told her I had the pageant rehersal schedule, so, we could finalize plans for my younger son’s birthday (we were all supposed to get together for his birthday–which is coming up). She insisted that we meet at an fancy, adult, sit-down restaurant for his birthday. Also, she wanted it to be at a restaurant next to her house.
I invited her to our Christmas party, and to see my older boy sing in the church choir and to see the kids in the Christmas Pageant. (All on different days.)
She gave me the run-around. The same old “I don’t know if we can, I’ll have to check the schedule.”…Once in ditching an invite she actually said “Oh, we have bronchitis and we can’t make it two weeks from now as we’ll probably still be too sick to attend–I hope you understand.” She once ditched a charity event the kids were participating in, claiming her toilets at her other house needed immediate cleaning.
Anyhow, I told her I needed to level with her. I said, first off, turning 5 at an adult, sit-down, restaurant isn’t much fun. If we’re getting together for a 5 year old, then it should be at a venue a 5 year old would enjoy. I said, I didn’t mind finding a kid-friendly place near her apartment, but I just didn’t think it would be right to take him some place only an adult would enjoy.
Then, I said, her routine avoidance of our get-togethers and cancellations were getting to be conspicuous. I told her, if she didn’t want to be invited, she needed to tell me, because asking over and over only to be turned down or cancelled on at the last minute was getting quite frustrating.
Then she blew up on me about how busy she was and how selfish I am. She said she had sent Christmas presents for the kids “you’ve got something to put under your tree, what more do you want?”
I told her I wanted people to be present in my life and in the kids’ lives–I don’t want presents.
Then she hung up on me.
I cried for a little while after that. My dad doesn’t return my calls and I haven’t seen him in 10 years. He wrote a letter to me earlier this year–which I responded to, but he hasn’t sent anything since. My mom has emotional problems and is an off-again-on-again presence in my life.
I took the gifts she sent, that evening, to the post office marked “return to sender”. To me, it is the thought that counts. And if she doesn’t want us around and thinks all we care about are gifts, that’s not the kind of thought I want from anyone.
I guess it hurt so much because my family is never there to see anything good that goes on. They never come to the kid’s birthday parties (in fact, they loathe them…say they’re only good for gawkers and people who want free entertainment…ie our friends). They won’t come to our church to see the kids perform or do things that matter to them. They refuse to be a part of anything: kid’s sports, charitable events, etc. They just don’t want to be there and express contempt for everything we do–including the fact we’ve converted to Catholicism.
I try not to be envious, but I see those other families with loving grandparents, moms, dads, uncles, aunts all watching the kids in the Christmas pageant and some small part of me wishes that could be us.
I never had family to come and watch me at school. I never had birthday parties growing up (they just weren’t necessary–only for gawkers)…we went to adult restaurants and ate food I hated and called it my birthday present–if my birthday was recognized at all. Most of the time my mom threw a fit on my birthday because it was also Mother’s Day and she hated both occasions.
Nearing thirty, I know I should be over some of this by now, but I’m having a hard time. It is especially hard at the holidays.
I feel badly about confronting my aunt. Now we won’t be meeting up at all, but I just didn’t think it was fair to my son to make him go some place he’d be bored and miserable and then tell him it was for HIS birthday.
Did I go too far by confronting her and returning the gift?