My sister is coming tomorrow for Thanksgiving. It is impossible to overstate how excited I am about this. Growing up, Thanksgiving consisted of mom making the house smell good with the baking of her fabulous rolls and then bundling up into the car to truck on over to my grandparents' house. A few hours later, with full bellies and visiting done, we would trundle back home to the aroma of rolls still lingering in the air for an evening of movie watching, visiting, etc. This year, I am far from home and will not be part of the crew to visit Grandma and Grandpa's house. In fact, none of my siblings are making it home for Thanksgiving this year.
It is an odd thing to realize that my parents have been promoted to positions of primarily grandparenthood versus parenthood. I fully recognize they are still my parents, and for me, they very much still function in that role. However, when we all come home, they are more "Grandma" and "Grandpa" than Mom and Dad--you know, because of the kids. While I realize this is not earth-shattering news to anyone else, it is hard to think of my parents--my youthful, energetic, busy parents--as playing the role MY grandparents played for me when I was young. Grandparents are old. Grandparents have lots of doctors visits. Grandparents fall asleep every night during the evening news (not late night news. My mother has been falling asleep during the late night news for years...that doesn't count). Grandparents wake up every morning at dawn and eat mush. Grandparents "decorate" for Christmas by switching on the fiberoptic Christmas village that has been on display all year long...for the last 4 years.
The fact that my parents meet the grandparent qualification for 3/5 of the aforementioned characteristics (I'll not be disclosing which three...) reinforces my urgency to declare that I shall not allow it. Mom and Dad. I've had enough of this aging business. I'm not ready yet.
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