Today was a driving day, out seeing customers and while I dropped in on one unexpectedly he was loading a Christmas Tree in a ladies truck for her. Once he finished, I mentioned that with two cats and two dogs, no way was my tree going up this early. He was agreed with me, so I mentioned that one of the two dogs was my son’s one year old German Shepherd. His response was “so you’ve got one that hasn’t found his brain yet”. In other words, I’m living with the canine equivalent of a teenaged boy. I might be opposed to male bashing, but after raising two boys it’s a damn accurate assessment of the situation.
While I was visiting with this customer I saw this cute little guy and two kittens. I left the kittens behind but this guy is going to my favorite Aunt, because I know I’m her favorite niece and my cousins can all just suck it.
And yes we really do squabble over who is her favorite – she is that awesome. Which is why I really cannot understand why her son’s wife treats her like she’s the worst evil mother in law on earth. My aunt watches their dogs – two hooligans if ever there were such a thing – happily whenever they come down to see her son’s wife’s family. She prepares meals for them and sends them home. She happily spends money on them, their home and their dogs.
My Aunt loves babies. She loves Children. She loved all of us when we were little and she loves us as adults. She loves my boys – her great nephews. And we argue over who is her favorite.
Thirty years ago, my Aunt was having miscarriages. She had a tubal pregnancy. She was taking fertility drugs. She went through hell to have the one thing she wanted most – a child of her own. And when he finally arrived she would get up at midnight and trim his toenails for him – even if she did draw the line at pushing his cuticles back. She cherished every moment of motherhood. She squired him to all of his hockey games and baseball games. She built snowmen in the yard with him. Every toy was carefully evaluated and he had just what he needed – never an excess. And her and my uncle footed the bill for that child to go through medical school.
Now, my Aunt’s son’s wife is pregnant – after suffering a miscarriage of her own. Did she draw closer to the mother-in-law who would have understood her pain over that loss? Nope. Instead, when my Uncle commented that she was lucky after having lost the last one to get pregnant again so quickly she chose to take offense.
So after telling another cousin’s wife to-be “if you want to keep your mother in law out of your hair, I’ve got all kinds of advice” this little cunt is refusing to have anything to do with my Aunt and Uncle – the ones all of us cousins fight over – until my Uncle apologizes. As if my Aunt didn’t already know she would be kept away from that baby no matter what. As if my Aunt wasn’t already dreading this possibility. Because my Aunt loves babies. And my Aunt is a wonderful person who already suffers from severe depression. Depression so severe she has gone through electroshock therapy trying to if not beat it, at least make it more tolerable.
I wonder if that means she won’t accept the checks my Aunt and Uncle send while my Aunt’s son is finishing Med School?