Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
They make me shop for all the kids birthday and christmas gifts, wrap it for them, bring it to their house secretly, so that they can give it to the kids. But then they don't even hand the gifts to them. I do it. They hate hate hate shopping for gifts, which I kind of get. But why make me do the work, just give cash and be done with it.
Vent over. Thank you for listening.
No, you are choosing to do those things. They don't make you do anything. You're an adult, yes? Say no when they ask.
I know. But the guilt! And possible near death! My mom told me she almost had a stroke from the stress of picking out a gift for her friend's grandchild. Her blood pressure was through the roof. She had driven around everywhere, bought and returned multiple times. Extreme anxiety over picking the right gift. She is just so happy/relieved when I agree to buy the gifts for her. I don't mind the buying part. It's the wrapping and secretly sneaking it over to her that bugs me. Me, who is busy taking care of young kids. That, I can refuse next time.
Order from Amazon and have it sent directly to her house, gift wrapped, with the intended recipient's name on the included card. There. 5 minute investment, and no more parental guilt trip.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
They make me shop for all the kids birthday and christmas gifts, wrap it for them, bring it to their house secretly, so that they can give it to the kids. But then they don't even hand the gifts to them. I do it. They hate hate hate shopping for gifts, which I kind of get. But why make me do the work, just give cash and be done with it.
Vent over. Thank you for listening.
No, you are choosing to do those things. They don't make you do anything. You're an adult, yes? Say no when they ask.
I know. But the guilt! And possible near death! My mom told me she almost had a stroke from the stress of picking out a gift for her friend's grandchild. Her blood pressure was through the roof. She had driven around everywhere, bought and returned multiple times. Extreme anxiety over picking the right gift. She is just so happy/relieved when I agree to buy the gifts for her. I don't mind the buying part. It's the wrapping and secretly sneaking it over to her that bugs me. Me, who is busy taking care of young kids. That, I can refuse next time.
Anonymous wrote:You can accept their limitations and be grateful for what they CAN do. That's important, and an important part of it.
BUT
You can and should set limits. ("I'm not going to be able to help you with presents this year. I know the kids would appreciate anything you would do for them.") You can state your feelings. ("It's OK if you don't want to come to an event for the kids but I wish you would tell me directly, rather than my hearing it from someone else.") Etc. Sometimes you can say, "You know, I don't know why you do XY and X, you probably have good reasons. But I do feel sort of hurt that you don't want to do Z." You can ask WHY they act in certain ways.
Anonymous wrote:Lots of grandparents are only invited on occasions when they're expected to show up with gifts. I'm not saying this is the case in your situation, but it's a problem. Be sure your parents aren't feeling like this.
Anonymous wrote:I know what you mean, OP. I am also Asian (Korean) and my mother who is local, has tons of money, and is retired, has never volunteered to do anything with the kids on her own. She is busy with her own life, I suppose. But, when she expresses jealousy over why my kids go crazy for my MIL (who happens to be white), I am just in disbelief at her lack of self-awareness and self-absorbtion.
FWIW, she was not a great mother--e.g., I didn't do extra-curriculars when I was in school because neither of my parents could be bothered to take me to practices; and I never got to hang out with friends outside of school because they wouldn't drive me to the mall or give me money for the movies, etc. This even continued into my adulthood--when I was on bedrest with DS #2, she visited me in the hospital, but didn't bother to help with DS #1 at home.
My kids are now 13 and 11. It's sad, but she's not close to the grandkids and has no desire to be.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
They make me shop for all the kids birthday and christmas gifts, wrap it for them, bring it to their house secretly, so that they can give it to the kids. But then they don't even hand the gifts to them. I do it. They hate hate hate shopping for gifts, which I kind of get. But why make me do the work, just give cash and be done with it.
Vent over. Thank you for listening.
No, you are choosing to do those things. They don't make you do anything. You're an adult, yes? Say no when they ask.
I know. But the guilt! And possible near death! My mom told me she almost had a stroke from the stress of picking out a gift for her friend's grandchild. Her blood pressure was through the roof. She had driven around everywhere, bought and returned multiple times. Extreme anxiety over picking the right gift. She is just so happy/relieved when I agree to buy the gifts for her. I don't mind the buying part. It's the wrapping and secretly sneaking it over to her that bugs me. Me, who is busy taking care of young kids. That, I can refuse next time.
Tell your mom that she can order it online and have it gift wrapped--most online vendors (even Amazon) will gift wrap most things for a small fee.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I am sorry OP. I used to not accept who my parents were. Then, as my own child started to grow a bit older, I started to realize how much effort it took them to do things for us that I am now trying to do for my child. Like, Mom made sure I learned a foreign language early on. or that I was prepared to start school and was one of the best in class. My dad would take long walks with my brother and I, where we could talk about all kinds of stuff - he told us things related to history, literature, and just life.
I am starting to slowly accept them for who they are and letting go of the things they couldn't/wouldn't do for us. They never helped us out financially, dressed us very poorly, and didn't understand a lot of our struggles. But it is so, so hard to be a perfect parent. I am better at some things than they are, while they were better at other things.
I am not saying you shouldn't feel the way you feel, but I wish you could come to terms with your own dreams and expectations from your parents.
I know they did the best they could with their life experience. I always had low or minimal expectations from them. I always had to fend for myself, and in some ways it's made me quite resourceful and independent. However I guess at some point I started comparing with my friends parents, especially in times of need, and as they say- comparison is the thief of joy.