On Thu, 17 Jul 2003 17:35:17 -0400, Marisa E Exter wrote (in message ):
Happy or not, it's the truth. At the time, neither of us had experience as parents, and frankly, you don't miss what you don't know. We still would have been a killer aunt and uncle.
I can't fault my grandparents for feeling as they do -- they're 83 and 90, and if that's how they feel, that's how they feel. I can't get inside their heads and understand where they're coming from. DH's parents weren't exactly kids, either: His Dad is 77 and his mom would have been 75 this year.
One thing they all have in common is that they all have the tiniest world view: my grandparents have never really been outside their village (the concentration camp doesn't count). My mother in law's world was our neighborhood: she never learned to drive, never went anywhere, and the only vacations she ever had were a weekend in NYC (in 1948) and the trip to Hawaii we sent them on for their 40th anniversary. My Father in law has a tiny bit more "outside" experience: he was in Japan for WWII.
To me, it's no wonder that they are so parochial and afraid of people who are even the teeniest bit different. An adopted Chinese or biracial child may as well be a Martian to their point of view.
I have less patience with my parents. They have had extensive contact with the "outside world," are fairly well educated and are a relatively young. (Dad turned 64 two weeks ago, Mom is 62. Young for having children who are
38, 39 and 40) I can't see why they feel the way they do, except that perhaps they are also products of their upbringing.To me, a child is a child, and I'm a different person than I was when we had DD. I'm much more inclined to say "deal with it or don't, this is my kid." Still, our one adventure in procreation has been the joy of my life, and I don't regret having her for a heartbeat.
Kathy N-V