Yesterday, I got an email from my mom. The first contact I've had with her since March. Well, I did send my parents an anniversary card back in September, but she never responded, (not that I expected anything in return).
The email was short, the abbreviated version of an update on her and my dad, my oldest brother and his wife, and my other brother (who's married, but there was no mention of his wife, maybe she forgot I KNOW he got married). And there's a package in the mail for me and Josie.
MARCH. When I found out my brother was getting married in April, and they weren't going to tell me.
Today, my mailman delivered said package. Upon opening it, I immediately recognized a blanket from my childhood. Underneath that blanket was another blanket, very much like the blanket she sent Matthew when he was little, so I know she made it herself. At the bottom of the box was a card for me.
Thank you for the anniversary card.
The blue blanket is for Josie. The other one is for you. It is the one Granny made for you when you were small. Thought you might like to have it.
Was wondering if we could get the kids for a weekend or so? Sometime. We really do love you and miss you.
A million different feelings are swirling around my head right now. Anger, love, sadness, missing my Granny, etc... One of the main thoughts is why the fuck couldn't she have waited until AFTER Christmas to fuck with my emotions!?
I'm very glad to have my blanket. Honestly, I'd completely forgotten about it, and I don't remember that my Granny made it for me. But now I know, and I'm old enough to appreciate it even more. I will cherish it always, that's for sure. The two blankets she's now sent to the kids are very sturdy and washable, and will survive the use of two children, and I will pack them away in a few years, saving them until they too are old enough to truly appreciate something made by their grandmother.
As for letting my children stay with my parents, well, I just don't know. Very mixed feelings about that. I'd love a weekend away from my kids with just my husband. But I refuse to let my children step foot inside their "kingdom hall". R.E.F.U.S.E. I'd also prefer that if my parents are going to be involved in my children's lives, they do it more than just once a year. *sigh*
So, we'll see, I guess.