I’ve had several conversations lately with my sister-in-law and mother about our holiday “to-do” lists. The food, the presents, the travel, the child care. And my great grandmother. “Nanaw” is a one-of-a-kind dandy.
Not to be morbid here, but we joke all the time with her (and about her), that we will miss her when she’s gone. Her annual comment that “this could be the last” holiday she’ll get to spend with us has become a laughable moment at every family gathering. Our collective response is to point out she’s been one foot in the grave for 25 years!
Except this year it’s not so funny.
Her body’s failing. Her mind is foggy. She can’t find words for everything. She can’t hear all our witty comments, let alone respond to them. Her leg hurts incessantly, and perhaps worst of all, she seems helplessly aware of the sum total of her woes and what it means for her time with us on Earth.
And yet, she hasn’t given up her need to control the family dynamic and get what she wants. She has always been this way. But I haven’t always seen it. Despite the fact that she falls into the “great” grandparent ranks, and my own great grandparents were never part of our Christmas morning traditions, she has informed us- not asked- that she will be staying at our house on Christmas Eve night so that she can see the faces of our children as they wake to discover Santa’s blessings.
My mother, their grandmother, feels cheated, I know. She shouldn’t be jealous, but it’s her turn to be front and center with the grandchildren. If Nanaw’s there on Christmas morning, she’ll have to run interference… translating the younger generations’ comments, and tending to Nan’s every physical need. Not that she’ll be alone in these tasks. We’ll all be there. But no one feels as responsible or as guilty as one’s daughter.
Which is why ultimately, I feel guilty and responsible for everyone having a good time and getting along at my new house. It’s our first time hosting everyone for Christmas. My husband says it’s not my job to keep them all satisified, and I put too much pressure on myself. But I want this to be great for them, the grandparents. They’ve done so much through the years to make our holidays special. It’s our turn to do it for them. Hopefully they’ll let us.