OK, so I come from a family in which Mothering Sunday (never Mother's Day) is a religious festival for you to show your appreciation to your MOTHER, and in which my own father told me not to send Father's Day cards, because it was made up by a greetings card company. He said that he wanted our recognition 365 days a year, not a piece of cardboard with a picture of a golfer on it once a year! We send birthday and Christmas cards, and recognise our anniversaries, but don't generally go over the top. Cards are generally plain, with a personal message. Basically, I have never set foot in Clintons.
Switch to MIL. Cards are huge, full of saccharine "poetry" and are always to "Son!" "Granddaughter" etc. She effectively is one of those people who measures how much she loves or is loved by the size and number of cards that she receives. On top of this she is always (rather unhealthily, in my view) competing with my mother for DD's affection. I had real problems with the outlaws being sent "Congratulations on becoming grandparents" cards (err - you did what, exactly???) and with them and all of their random mates sending DD "baby's first Christmas" cards. (err... she was four weeks old. And your point is??) Needless to say, they all went in the recycling, but...
I do not want DD to grow up with swallowing this sentimental old claptrap. I don't want her to think that big cheesy card = love. MIL kept EVERY SINGLE card that DH had ever been sent, from birth to 15. We lobbed most of them, as he had no idea who half of them were from (kind of proved my point...), but she was visibly upset by this and has asked whether we have kept DD's cards.
This evening I found out that DH had sent MIL a Mother's Day card - from DD, in addition to his own. DD is 16 months old, ffs. As I see it, this is between a mother and their child, not their grandparents. And now we have set a precedent.
I worry that we are laying the groundwork for her to get older thinking that Grandma does love her more than Granny does because she sends her more cheesy rubbish from Clintons. I want my child to be able to differentiate between sentiment and real emotions. So how on earth can I steer a middle course: it seems to me that you either have to go along with this rubbish (I just about managed to find a birthday card for Grandma that didn't make me want to vomit) but I really think that this is one card too far.
If DD decides to make one when she is older, that will be different. But buying one on her behalf to indulge someone who is quite sentimental enough already, and when I have already made it quite clear how awkward mawkish sentiment makes me feel??
I am livid. Bahh, humbug?, or can anyone empathise?