Enchiladas, here I come!
My mother is turning sixty this weekend, so I’m off to New Mexico for some family interaction. I’m looking forward to eating lots of enchiladas. And seeing my older brother and his family, and my younger brother. But mainly the enchiladas. Definitely not the part where I end up in a horror film. Definitely not seeing my mother.
As you may recall, we don’t have the best relationship. And while all the pregnancy books tell me I’ll “increasingly turn towards her”…….I betcha I don’t. Part of me wishes I could, because it’s not like I know anything about raising an infant. But then I imagine actually asking her advice on something, and I remember that those are the moments she likes to stab me in the heart with some well-intentioned but utterly devastating remark. So my plan is to make every effort to let her feel included and appreciated without actually opening my heart to her. Sound plausible?
I’m also curious to compare her passive-aggressive style with my mother in law’s bullying approach to my pregnancy and future child-rearing abilities, to see who will win the Most Intrusive and Offensive Maternal Unit award. Place your bets, y’all.