Showing posts with label in-laws. Show all posts
Showing posts with label in-laws. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Annual Argument


Mr. Rant and I have our annual argument today. It comes about at some kind of family lunch or event. It is always centered on our children and it is fully due to cultural differences.

I don't know why I let it get to me still. It really is just the culmination of a bunch of tiny little things over a lunch or a family weekend that seem to push me over the edge.

Take today for instance. My Mother-in-law was kind enough to take it upon herself to make my boys' plates at lunch. I have no idea why it rubbed me the wrong way because what she was doing was her being helpful. But I have just never warmed to the idea of my children equally belonging to everyone in the family. It annoyed me to see her automatically determining what they would eat and not at all consulting me. At the same time, we live here. She is with the boys all the time. It's not like their habits are a mystery to her. Just the same, I felt that burning annoyed feeling when she cut up pork on Chatterbox's plate, the exact meat I had just finished saying that I do not think is good to eat. Side note, I think pork (minus sausage because there's no real meat in it anyway) is a dirty meat. I do not purchase or serve it to my family.

So that was the first annoyance, and I'll admit that it was something I should be over by now as it has been the story of my life here. No one died. Chatterbox was happy eating it. Not a biggie...

Then the Menace decided he wanted to roam around the restaurant. I'm not too anal about this but I do expect my kid to finish eating before they start running amok. But today there was a little girl sitting behind us and the family thought it was adorable that the Menace wanted to talk to her. I was thoroughly annoyed because we are working on exactly this with the Menace, sitting down to eat and then getting up. I'm being a hardass as he has been being a pain in the ass.

Was this respected? Nope. And since I was already cranky I did actually put my foot down. I told them no, the Menace got a talking to, and he actually cried. I thought I was going to get stoned right there in the restaurant. Holy crap I held my almost 3 yr old accountable and he did not like it. How dare I! I obviously should have been like the woman with the 4 yr old girl who had to keep calling her back to the table to spoon a mouthful in before she ran off again.

The Menace and the family ended up winning that one as it had jumped into the impossible battle.
But I informed him, if you don't sit to eat you don't get ice cream afterward. He accepted that, played with the girl, and ran back to grab bits of food off his plate occasionally.

And it is just this that I find so frustrating. I know we are at a restaurant with the family but why because we are with them do I lose rule over my own children?! How is that? Of course I am the only one bothered by it as the Grandparents take control and my kids obviously choose the way which means they get to do whatever the hell they want.

Anyway, we finally left the restaurant and headed out for ice cream. The in-laws didn't think that I was going to stick with the rules. They actually called the Menace over to get ice cream. I didn't let it happen and the Menace accepted it. He saw Chatterbox with his and when he asked for some I asked him "Did we sit and eat our lunch?" He smiled, said no, and went on with his life.

That is just the thing, culturally Brazilians are not as rigid with their kids as some of us Americans are. Sleep routines, bedtimes, consequences, or standard rules are not part of the day. Just like the rest of life, in Rio de Janeiro at least, they just go with the flow. You know what, it works for them. I see parents spoon feeding  7 yr olds at restaurants or small children out until midnight during the week and everyone seems ok with it. I have Moms tell me that their children will only eat sausage and thus that is what they feed them, everyday. Fair enough. To each their own. They obviously didn't grow up in my home where I quickly learned what "putting your foot down" means.

But as someone who is so not like that, it drives me insane. I can be pretty damn flexible with my kids but I draw the line at running after them to eat. I can not stand listening to people trying to convince kids to please do something. No, you do it or you don't get to do this. If you are fine with that then great. If not, do what you are supposed to. There is room for discussion but not everything is a discussion. I'm sorry but I just don't have the time nor the energy for it.

And it drives me insane to feel like someone is undermining my parenting because they feel that they can handle it better, as if they are coming in to save the children and smooth things over. Back off dude. I am the Mother.

At the same time, it is never going to change. In Brazil the Grandparents, Uncles, Aunts, close friends etc have a certain amount of authority with your kids. In some ways it is great, in others it is extremely annoying. The key though, it is not done maliciously. No one is trying to actually undermine me or anything like that. In their way they are helping. They are being involved as all good Brazilian family members are. I can totally appreciate the positive and helpful place it comes from. I know my in-laws and the rest of the family adore me and my kids. We are their family. Though sometimes the American in me wants to throw a stinking fit and cry.

Oh wait, I did that this afternoon. I guess you can check that off the to do list. ;)

Freaking cultural differences! Which ones have you experienced? 

Thursday, February 10, 2011

In-Laws


We all have in-laws. On both sides. I think it's a somewhat cruel twist of nature that one couple gets two pairs of in-laws. Really, they should do something about it.

I believe that upon each marriage, there should be a lottery and a random new set of parents is given to the couple. Consider it a new tribe.  Now don't get my wrong. I love my in-laws, as does my husband, but think about the sanity involved in one set of grandparents per couple. There will be no over-caring for one spouse or the other. They may, quite possibly, not care for either.

This goes double for mixed-cultured marriages.  There's so much confusion with the two sides and getting used to your spouse's parent's ways.  Take my Brazilian to American marriage for example. I think we should be given a set of German parents. That way we are all equally confused.

And that would banish the whole "I don't get your Mother/Father" situation totally. For starters, it would not be offensive to say something along the lines of "I hate when your Mother/Father does this!" because they would probably agree.  That or, at the very least, they wouldn't get butt hurt by the comment. A lack of history is great at keeping you unbiased.

Not to mention it would be a fabulous way of meeting new people and internationalizing the world.

So who's up for a lottery? I can offer some grade A parents on both sides!  

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

House of Midgets?


I'm living like a queen this holiday season. Ok, it just feels like it.  While my parent's house is considered a good size in Maryland, it would be a mansion in Rio de Janeiro.

I find that part of Americans funny, the need for space.  That need bit me in the ass when I first arrived in Brazil. My Father-in-law picked my husband and I up at the airport.  I was told to dress nice for the flight, as we flew with buddy passes. That meant heels in my book.  3 inch heels to be exact.  I was exactly 3 times the size of my Father-in-law.

We got to the apartment and were greeted by my Mother-in-law and Brother-in-law.  It was official, my husband was from a family of midgets.  Ok, maybe I just really needed to take off the shoes.

But honestly, it felt like everything was smaller than it should be, including my husband's family. I felt HUGE. Then again, maybe it was just my American ego getting the best of me.

I was given the tour of the apartment and started out my adaptation then and there.  There was NO alone time.  There was no privacy or space for it.  I even came home one day to find my Brother-in-law and his friends listening to music and sitting on what was supposed to be my bed.  Mine.  Of course, it was his bed, in his room, that he was lending to me. But it was supposed to be my space.

My mind was blown.  How can people be together this often and enjoy it?  All the chatting, touching, kissing, and co-existing.  I can clearly remember feeling somewhat violated by all the togetherness. It was exhausting.  Can you believe that I came of as slightly cranky.

Now, I can't imagine it any other way.  I feel like all this space is a waste. You really don't need it.  And my kids are turning out even more Brazilian in that way.

My Father went in to relieve himself in the bathroom connected to his bedroom. My 4 year old charged in and asked why he closed the door.  Then, upon realizing that my Father didn't have a book to read on the toilet, a crime to my oldest, he ran out to get one.  Grandpa was a good sport about having his privacy intruded on and also enjoyed reading The Magic School Bus.

As awkward as some moments can be, I don't think I'd trade for the bigger place. First off, I'd hate to have to clean it. Secondly, I kind of like the extra closeness.  So what if our entire Brazilian family knows I'm somewhat gassy.  It's that kind of thing that brings people closer.  Not the gas.  The knowing of odd realities about each other.

But don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a good visit home and being able to hide away from everyone else, even if it's just for a few minutes.
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