I need to get my head out of the fug I've got into over the last visit to my parents, as they're meant to be babysitting for us next weekend. Sorry, this has got unbelievably long.
I can cope with my mum in short bursts but we made the mistake of going to visit them at half term for a few days. It started with a big family meal with all of my siblings, which is always a tense and horrible affair, with various sly digs and occasional direct insults. From that point I was probably over sensitive to my mum's behaviour. Normally I can laugh at her, but it got to me in a big way.
I'm not sure I can describe it in any sensible way. She's a very negative person, very rarely compliments or congratulates anyone, and if she does it's always followed up by self pity that she isn't as good at whatever it is she's complimented. As an extreme example she once was discussing a child prodigy pianist who had accomplished something or other, instead of marvelling that someone so talented existed she immediately started with the 'woe is me, why aren't I talented like that, doesn't it just make you sick'.
So, very negative, wouldn't go out of her way to make you feel good about yourself, ever. That's just the background really though. The whole trip she questioned every decision or suggestion I made about my daughters, what clothes they should wear, what time they should sleep, where we should go. In the end my annoyance must have been clear as she every time she did it she added, 'it's your decision, you're the mum'. Didn't stop her questioning me in the first place though, and how patronising is that, to say that out loud? Rather than realising what she was doing and letting me get on with it.
What finally did it though was her attitude to dd1's eating. She's a fairly typical fussy toddler, and we try to take the attitude that cajoling her and bargaining with her to eat will only cause stress and bad feelings around mealtimes, which will be counterproductive in the long term. At home it's easy to make sure that her overall diet is ok, perhaps a little heavy on carbs and light on protein, but not too bad.
At my parents it went a bit wrong, unfamiliar place, unfamiliar food, and not eating with us (wasn't an option, mum doesn't do lunch before 1 or dinner before 7.30). All this I could have coped with, but mum tutted and sighed at every meal, and used increasingly stern tactics to try to get her to eat more, even Dad started commenting.
Eventually one evening I asked to talk to them both. I explained our approach was a deliberate policy, not just fecklessness. I said I knew they were just concerned because all they saw was DD1 not eating much, but I tried to reassure them that it wasn't always like that. Mum got defensive and said she would just make sure she wasn't around when DD1 was eating. Which is fair enough I suppose.
But, this is the thing, and sorry for taking so long to get to it. Mum seems obsessed with how small DD1 is. She was born between the 9th and 25th centile and she's stayed there, but mum seems horrified that at 2 and half she's still wearing 18-24month clothes, and comments about how small she is all the time. So I asked her, is your concern about her eating in any way connected to her size? She dodged the direct question and started blathering about malnutrition leading to stunted growth, that 'they' need protein, calcium etc. etc.
So basically yes, my mother believes I have stunted my darling girl's growth by not forcing her to eat. Argh, I've got all angry about it again. DD1 is a healthy happy girl, I hope I don't need to reassure any of you that she is not in any way unwell.
I didn't challenge her any further at the time as I had only meant to make sure they backed off from commenting, and it didn't sink in quite what she had said until later that night. I barely spoke to her for the rest of the visit and we left a day earlier than planned.
Normally when she's upset me, I spend some time away from her, calm down, and it's all swept under the carpet. But this time I can't let it go. It's ticked along in the background and now I can't think of her even fleetingly without the phrase 'I hate you' popping into my head unbidden.
Having written this all out I imagine I'm going to be told I'm over reacting. Ho hum, I wish I could say it's helped to get it all out there, but I'm all wound up about it again. Well, I'm going to post. Then I'll try to go get a grip.