My grandparents from Pennsylvania (maternal side) visited this past weekend. It was kind of a shock. I had hoped they would be here for the baby shower, but my grandmother’s doctor appointment interfered. Honestly, I didn’t think she’d be well enough to visit, but she trooped on down. They drove down in their motor home, which they parked in our parking pad (which fits around 4 cars, so it’s plenty big!)
The husband kept saying he felt like he was in Christmas Vacation and cousin Eddie was camped outside. We had an electrical cord running under our garage door for them and pap kept using the hose to fill their water tank! It was all very hilarious, but also incredibly convenient.
They arrived late Friday evening and went to be before 10pm, so we had a little bit of time to rest up for the busy weekend. On Saturday, we took them out and about. We showed them the mall we used to work at and looked at some baby stuff (my grandma was always a mover and a shaker; she loved going out and doing things), had a nice lunch at a local place, and then headed home and grilled out for dinner.
Sunday morning, we took them to a West Virginia place that’s great for breakfast and then we hung out around the house a bit before heading down towards the in-laws. Husband showed them the city he went to college in (and lived by since he was around eight or so) and then we went out to the in-laws. We hung out there and then went to Cracker Barrel for dinner.
All in all, it was a good visit. I’m glad they came down. I hope it didn’t tire my grandma out too much. She’s definitely wearing down. She went from oxygen, to not using oxygen, to back to needing it all the time and being even weaker than she was before. It’s definitely hard to see her struggle so much to get around. I told her she needs to at least get a wheelchair so she can go places! We rented one for her over the weekend to facilitate us going out and about.
We’re both exhausted, though, and quite done with visits for awhile. We have way too much to get done to lose another weekend! The baby’s room is still nowhere near complete… sigh.
Having my family down here was a bit of a wake-up call, though. It was really weird. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. Husband says it’s because I’m a different person now and they don’t see that. I’m inclined to agree. It’s so nice to be free of the chains my family weighs me down with–who they expect me to be or ‘see’ me as, when I am none of those things. I’m a completely different person here, a much better person. My life is so much better, too. Like I told the husband, it’s a case of “never the two shall meet”; it’s fine to go back and visit, but I’d prefer if my ‘old life’ just sort of stayed where it belonged…
The small town mindset, bigotry, and judgmental ways just doesn’t suit me or my life anymore. It makes me sad. I feel like I’ve outgrown the people I love. It’s a natural process and it definitely needed to happen… but that doesn’t make it any less sobering to think about.