rykna
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welllllllll............ Happy 4th of July. I'm considering succeeding from my family permanently(not that I can.. ).We have...oh wait let me rephrase that...."my Parents" have 2 cabins in northern Wisconsin on Lake Nelson. It has become a Van Dyke(my parents) tradition to celebrate 4th of July there with our family.
After I told my mother I was considering inviting my mother in-law to join us I got a whole new definition of what family meant/included.
First of all this is a Family tradition...hmmmm...Brian's mother equals family??
NO...just immediate family....
??? ooooooooookkkkkkay...
My mom asked this in a sweet, condescending voice~ this is my version of what she meant: "I am sick and tired of serving you guys and getting no praise or thanks for my slaving...so I want you and Brian to make one of the dinner meals." My brother was responsible for the other evening.
Fine, that was okay with me.
So the vacation begins....
Beautiful fireworks, nice warm campfire, and marshmallows to top the fun evening off.
Next day is our supper day. We planned to make Tacos, except when we opened the cooler we discover that we had forgotten to pack the cheese and lettuce. No problem...right? Go to town(10 minutes away) come back make dinner. Sounds simple right? NOT!!!!
First my mom and sister inlaw started scurrying around seeing if they have cheese or lettuce...Ahhh here...we have some...
Good, problem solved.......
Then ensued the 20 minutes of my mom's and sister's chorus of "How in the world could you possibly forget to bring lettuce and cheese??????"
Brian and I decided to run to town get a few missing ingredients and return and make dinner.
When we returned Brian browned the meat while I set the table. Dinner was ready in 15 minutes. We sat down at 7:45 pm.
My mom was missing....my Dad wanders in half way through the meal....
As we were finishing dinner, we spot my mom in her kayak. Instead of coming ashore for dinner she paddles by, we wave....she keeps her face and back to us as she passes by...
Brian and I clean up dinner....45 minutes latter my mom finally arrives.
"Would you like me to heat up some meat for your taco Mom?"
"No.." with out even looking at me and enters her cabin.
I went back to our cabin to work on the puzzle we brought. My nephew, Brian(18)( or little Brian ). Starts telling me after we left for town, my mom and dad yelling about us not getting dinner ready at 6, even worse they forgot some of the key ingredients. How can you not have dinner on the...blah blah blah blah.....
So for Friday and Saturday my Mom wouldn't even talk to me, and my Dad only talked to me if needed.
I was astonished, surprised, speechless, taken aback, flabbergasted, staggered...... Who were these people and what had they done with my family?????
Because of a childhood brain tumor, my life "literally" froze at 9 years of age. Over the past 23 years, my mental view of the world remained at nine years old. My family waited on me hand and foot, not knowing if I would still be with them next year. So my world revolved around me. What Rykna wanted, she got. That was "normal" to me. Now I am now 32, and my family still views me as 9 years old.
For the past 6 months Brian and I have started seeing a very talented marriage counselor. She has helped me to step out of my little 9 year old fantasy world and become the mature 32 year old woman I am.
So the new 32 year old Rykna came to the family vacation, not knowing what to expect, trying not to expect.....
What I found was a very different version of my family than I remembered.
My sweet mom, was resentful...constantly sucking you dry for compliments...spiteful...I could have produced a whole new season of "days of our Lives".
My dad, patient, quiet, slow to anger....now tight lipped, impatient...and easily agrivated....
I am still at a loss for words about this 4th of July vacation. I felt as though I had been ostracized...
Through the five days we were there... I witnessed for the 1st time what my family must look like to other families and strangers...
All the things I was taught to avoid they carried out...gossiping, blaming others, pointing fingers.....I was...ashamed.
Now that I am seeing the world from and adult's point of view for the first time it is a very different view...
Change is a very hard thing to approach or even consider...but I have been able, with Brian's support to step forward and move on with my life.
The only person I can change is me....the hardest part is that I have to accept the fact that my family may never be able to recognize or treat me as an adult, and I have to accept that they are a different from the family I remember, when I was "9"...because they change too.
After I told my mother I was considering inviting my mother in-law to join us I got a whole new definition of what family meant/included.
First of all this is a Family tradition...hmmmm...Brian's mother equals family??
NO...just immediate family....
My mom asked this in a sweet, condescending voice~ this is my version of what she meant: "I am sick and tired of serving you guys and getting no praise or thanks for my slaving...so I want you and Brian to make one of the dinner meals." My brother was responsible for the other evening.
Fine, that was okay with me.
So the vacation begins....
Beautiful fireworks, nice warm campfire, and marshmallows to top the fun evening off.
Next day is our supper day. We planned to make Tacos, except when we opened the cooler we discover that we had forgotten to pack the cheese and lettuce. No problem...right? Go to town(10 minutes away) come back make dinner. Sounds simple right? NOT!!!!
First my mom and sister inlaw started scurrying around seeing if they have cheese or lettuce...Ahhh here...we have some...
Good, problem solved.......
Then ensued the 20 minutes of my mom's and sister's chorus of "How in the world could you possibly forget to bring lettuce and cheese??????"
Brian and I decided to run to town get a few missing ingredients and return and make dinner.
When we returned Brian browned the meat while I set the table. Dinner was ready in 15 minutes. We sat down at 7:45 pm.
My mom was missing....my Dad wanders in half way through the meal....
As we were finishing dinner, we spot my mom in her kayak. Instead of coming ashore for dinner she paddles by, we wave....she keeps her face and back to us as she passes by...
Brian and I clean up dinner....45 minutes latter my mom finally arrives.
"Would you like me to heat up some meat for your taco Mom?"
"No.." with out even looking at me and enters her cabin.
I went back to our cabin to work on the puzzle we brought. My nephew, Brian(18)( or little Brian ). Starts telling me after we left for town, my mom and dad yelling about us not getting dinner ready at 6, even worse they forgot some of the key ingredients. How can you not have dinner on the...blah blah blah blah.....
So for Friday and Saturday my Mom wouldn't even talk to me, and my Dad only talked to me if needed.
I was astonished, surprised, speechless, taken aback, flabbergasted, staggered...... Who were these people and what had they done with my family?????
Because of a childhood brain tumor, my life "literally" froze at 9 years of age. Over the past 23 years, my mental view of the world remained at nine years old. My family waited on me hand and foot, not knowing if I would still be with them next year. So my world revolved around me. What Rykna wanted, she got. That was "normal" to me. Now I am now 32, and my family still views me as 9 years old.
For the past 6 months Brian and I have started seeing a very talented marriage counselor. She has helped me to step out of my little 9 year old fantasy world and become the mature 32 year old woman I am.
So the new 32 year old Rykna came to the family vacation, not knowing what to expect, trying not to expect.....
What I found was a very different version of my family than I remembered.
My sweet mom, was resentful...constantly sucking you dry for compliments...spiteful...I could have produced a whole new season of "days of our Lives".
My dad, patient, quiet, slow to anger....now tight lipped, impatient...and easily agrivated....
I am still at a loss for words about this 4th of July vacation. I felt as though I had been ostracized...
Through the five days we were there... I witnessed for the 1st time what my family must look like to other families and strangers...
All the things I was taught to avoid they carried out...gossiping, blaming others, pointing fingers.....I was...ashamed.
Now that I am seeing the world from and adult's point of view for the first time it is a very different view...
Change is a very hard thing to approach or even consider...but I have been able, with Brian's support to step forward and move on with my life.
The only person I can change is me....the hardest part is that I have to accept the fact that my family may never be able to recognize or treat me as an adult, and I have to accept that they are a different from the family I remember, when I was "9"...because they change too.