So back story, most of you know, my MIL is a religious zealot who is convinced everyone in the world is going to Hell besides those people at her church. It's a bone of contention between her and DH and has been ever since he was born, basically. She also said in her Christmas letter this past year that Simon was a "sad baby" who always looks like "he's been watching the news". She never apologized to me about it, just apologized for offending me. Whatever.
I have told her over, over, over... on the phone, in writing, over email, please, please, please DO NOT give gifts of a religious nature to my boys. DH has told her. Again and again. That we think she is extreme and we would prefer to handle the spiritual teaching to our children (we are Lutheran and Christian but not like she is- she's like FOX News city). She is not allowed to be alone with our children because of her religious views and she knows that, we make no bones about hiding it. She flat out refuses to abide by our requests. Here's her birthday gift to Si:
Now, the book is actually cute, and I think the shirt is kind of funny, but after time and time again over being told no religious gifts? There was also some sippy cups & a toy so I took those out and left this stuff in bag. More on that later.
So also in the card she wrote a poem. She writes "poems" for every occasion and always calls everyone to attention so she can read it out loud. I skimmed it, and I quickly put it back in the bag. I KNOW she wanted me to stop the party, have her read it out loud, etc, but I'm sorry. NO. Not when you can't respect my wishes! Here's the poem:
Simon, Simon, we can't believe you're one,
Simon our fantastic fantabulous and awesome grandson
At first we thought you a very serious but then we discovered your secret ploy
You saved up laughter inside where we couldn't see
only to be released by one who had the right key
And who do you suppose knew just what had to be done
to get those laughs out and have lots of fun?
Yup! Big brother Alex could fund your funny bone
so you would laugh and laugh but not alone
You got all of those around you laughing with such glee
Chuckles rolled out, your grin they could clearly see
So SImon we wonder what other secrets you're hiding
We look forward to their unveiling
As we get to know how you are fearfully and wonderfully made
We thank God for the role that only by you can be played.
It's like DROP THE SAD BABY THING ALREADY!!! It's OVER! No one wants it to be immortalized forever in your effing birthday poem!!
So... part of me, of course, now, feels bad. Bad that I didn't let her read the stupid poem and bad that I didn't show her gifts. Because I'm actually not offended by the gifts themselves- more offended by the fact that she JUST WON'T FREAKING LISTEN TO ME.
DH says *shrug* "She just CAN'T turn it off."
I get that. She lives and breathes it, it's a little bit unfair of me to ask her to deny what she perceives as her whole world in front of her grandchildren. But- I am the mother. I set the rules. She needs to listen.
I know sometimes people post and just want to hear what they want to hear- but tell me honestly... what do you think? Really. What do you think?
If you read this far I'm pouring you a stiff drink and giving you a free pass to Heaven.