I have thought about the authority thing a lot since yesterday. Gene and I spent a long time discussing it. I am not a pushover, in fact a lot of people think I'm way too pushy. So it does cut both ways.
In this day and age, and no, this is not an attack on anyone here, people can be quick to cut ties with family. Gene and I know that his parents will do things that undercut our authority. It's not fun and we have spoken to them but we have also see there is no malice in it when they do it. They are not trying to hurt us or make us feel like horrible parents, they just do what they do and don't listen. It's not just us either. My sister in law is getting a healthy dose of reality now that she has a little one.
Those grandparents are putty in the boys hands, heaven help the one who has the first girl! Maybe I need to step in, or Gene and tell them about it but I grew up in a different kind of family. My grandparents loved me, in their way, but being adopted I was not really, well you know, they never really loved me as much as the birth grandchildren, my cousins. It was no secret and I frequently heard the words, "the adopted one," like I was a freak.
My mother and father in law loved my adopted boys without hesitation or reservation from day one. They have never shown one moments bit of attention more for the birth grandchildren.
Raised in a time when racism was the norm, especially in the deep south, they have both not once mentioned my boys race as anything to be but very proud of. That means a lot to me. Why is this even an issue? Because my mother in law cut off one of her brothers for years for making a crack. He honestly never thought it was a bad thing to do, none of her family understood why she was upset. She gladly sacraficed close ties for the betterment of my son. I have a right to expect that but in an imperfect world, it's not always like that.
Does it bug the heck out of me when they do stuff like this? Yes, and on the big issues we do stand up for ourselves. Sometimes we do things that upset them and visa versa, (obviously) but in the end, I believe, we have to allow some things to slip by and meet in the middle. Knowing there will be issues we do dumb things over.
We mentioned it was a problem to them on the phone, we hope they understand. In the end the love on their faces when they look at those boys is too precious to quibble over. I get hurt, I heal and I have in-laws that bug me to death, but that I love with all my heart.
Hang tight Scuttle. I am going to get a pic up here within the hour.