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My mom and dad arrived in Seattle yesterday. They're staying in Renton, as it's closer to my place and easy access to the airport, not to mention more affordable. To say that they were happy to see the grandkids (and the kids likewise to see them) is pretty much an understatement no matter how you phrase it. We ended up having dinner together, then I ran them over to the house to collect a couple of things and to the grocery store for some needed hotel room goodies. Today we went out to dinner again, and then I drove them down by downtown to see the sights a bit. I've eaten at Denny's for dinner twice in as many days. Please, please shoot me.
It's funny how a new setting makes you see them in a new lights. They've both gotten older. My dad has lost so much weight -- I don't think I've ever seen him this skinny. He's having a much harder time getting around now, and the trip was really hard on him. I want him to be well, and to do well, and yet I'm so worried about him. My mom... well, she was wearing flats and I was wearing heels, and I was taller than she was. That has NEVER happened before. The heels on my shoes weren't even especially high. How the hell did that happen?
My mom is still my mom. I love her, and I know she loves me, but... well, she's my mom. She doesn't say much that's positive although she nods and smiles. The few things she says tend to be slightly negative. I feel like I look so much better than I did, but she will never say anything about it. It's just not her way, just as it wasn't they way of her parents either. This has come up before, and she was shocked that her opinion (or lack thereof) should mean so much to me. That's just what it's like with moms -- what more is there to know? My dad has missed me a lot. Of my brother and I, I'm the one he talked with and felt close to. We're fairly alike in temperment, which means that while we find it easy to talk, at times I just want to wring his neck (and vice versa, I'm sure). I miss him too, but I find it hard to deal with his disability. When I'm there, most of the time he's sick -- and when he's not, he's out doing other things. It's just hard.
Ah well. The visit is going well. it's good for them to be out here and see us and the kids. All in all, it's a good thing, and if I'm eating from stress thanks to the visit... well, they go home on Sunday. I'll cope. Sigh.
It's funny how a new setting makes you see them in a new lights. They've both gotten older. My dad has lost so much weight -- I don't think I've ever seen him this skinny. He's having a much harder time getting around now, and the trip was really hard on him. I want him to be well, and to do well, and yet I'm so worried about him. My mom... well, she was wearing flats and I was wearing heels, and I was taller than she was. That has NEVER happened before. The heels on my shoes weren't even especially high. How the hell did that happen?
My mom is still my mom. I love her, and I know she loves me, but... well, she's my mom. She doesn't say much that's positive although she nods and smiles. The few things she says tend to be slightly negative. I feel like I look so much better than I did, but she will never say anything about it. It's just not her way, just as it wasn't they way of her parents either. This has come up before, and she was shocked that her opinion (or lack thereof) should mean so much to me. That's just what it's like with moms -- what more is there to know? My dad has missed me a lot. Of my brother and I, I'm the one he talked with and felt close to. We're fairly alike in temperment, which means that while we find it easy to talk, at times I just want to wring his neck (and vice versa, I'm sure). I miss him too, but I find it hard to deal with his disability. When I'm there, most of the time he's sick -- and when he's not, he's out doing other things. It's just hard.
Ah well. The visit is going well. it's good for them to be out here and see us and the kids. All in all, it's a good thing, and if I'm eating from stress thanks to the visit... well, they go home on Sunday. I'll cope. Sigh.
