We are finally past Thanksgiving. Whoo! It was a busy last week to November with Andrew's mom and step dad visiting and Miss Lizzie playing and playing with grandma and papa. And shopping and shopping and shopping until I couldn't even stand to be in another store. But at least we are ahead for Christmas plans for a change.
While it was nice to have guests for Thanksgiving, and let me say I really do have the best MIL in the world, she did say something that really rubbed me the wrong way and got me thinking about the huge differences between my parents and Andrews.
She said she feels bad for Lizzie because she doesn't have enough toys.
The reason that it rubbed me the wrong way is the way she phrased the statement. She "feels bad" for Lizzie. My MIL is very generous and loves to get things for people, but just doesn't seem to get it when I explain that we simply do not have enough space in our house for big toys (especially as we use one of our three rooms as a guest room so that they and others can visit!). She often forgets that in a few short months I'm going to have to move all of the many toys Lizzie really does have across the country to a still-unkown destination. And that a few years later I'll have to do it again. I'm not some Puritan parent who is denying my child for fun.
Don't get me wrong. I know she meant it nicely, and in a grandma-wants-go-get-Elizabeth-something-cool kind of way. But "feeling bad" that mommy put a limit on how many stuffed animals Lizzie has because we already have two bins overflowing with them? "Feeling bad" because we don't have 1,000 Legos? Because she doesn't have a TV? (*cringe*) Come on. I love you my dear well-intentioned MIL but come on.