I am feeling very low about this so while anyone is of course entitled to say IABU (which I why I am posting here) I am asking please be a bit gentle.
I've had a pretty steady relationship with my mum all my life, but feel increasingly rejected by her. She and my dad live just over an hour away by car. To them that's really far. Tomorrow she is coming over to stay over to look after the DCs (age 3 and 4) all day Friday as both DH and I need to work.
The last time I asked her to do this was exactly a year ago. Otherwise they come over once in a while arriving at 11.30 and leaving at 3.30 to 'beat the traffic'. However she spends lots of time looking after my sister's DC who lives in the same city as them - although a 40 min drive. We also go through at weekends every 4-6 weeks as the kids love being with them.
I just rang to ask if she'd mind coming over a bit earlier as DH has a (very) last minute interview. After a bit of humming and hawing she agreed - which is great of her and I am very grateful. But when I suggested she and I go fo lunch on Saturday to a really lovely restaurant to say thank you (reservations hard to come by but I happen to have one for Saturday lunchtime) her reaction was pretty much one of horror 'but that would mean spending three days with you' (actually it would be two but who's counting).
I feel hard done by on several scores. Mainly for my kids who I I feel don't have the same day to day closeness of relationship as my niece has with them. I'm not in it for free childcare - as I say I only ask about once a year. I suppose I just want her / them to WANT to spend time with my kids. She's absolutely great with them when she does spend time, she just always doesn't offer. I guess she wants a 'tradiotinal' visiting grandparent role with us. She's probably even more of a homebody as shes got older (shes 66). I've tried talking with her but it was a disaster and she just closed up.
The hardest thing is she pretty much begged us to move closer when I was pregnant with DC2 so they could help , which we did. It was a massive move from south to north.
I guess I just need to accept that's how things are but it makes me so sad and angry at the same time, and there's no outlet for it. Although i actually feel better for just putting my thoughts down here.
Coping strategies, anyone?