There is something about sending and receiving Christmas cards that warms the heart. I think it is the thought of someone thinking about you. And I get a little reminiscent and reflect of fond, fun memories of that person, whether writing the card or receiving it.
When I go home at Christmas time, my mom will invite me to look through their card pile. Sometimes there are pictures or a little note. Then I usually help my mom to tape them up on the inside of the front door. It is one way to add to the decorations.
As I was perusing the cards this year, one particular card had a note that did not sit well with me. Most of the cards were from people that I know, but this one I did not. There was a question asking if my parents were grandparents yet. And they continued by saying that having grandchildren is the best thing ever! It ticked me off. My first thought was that they must not really know my parents that well. It felt like salt in the wound, maybe more for my mom and dad. I felt protective of them and wanted to rip up the card. But, it was not my card. So, I put it back in its envelope and did not say anything to my mom.
About a month before that while talking on the phone with my mom, I asked her if she and my dad were disappointed or sad that they weren't grandparents. My mom quickly and simply said no. She said no and not to worry about it. I try not to worry, but the guilt is still there.
Maybe the hopeful comment was more a reflection that if my parents were grandparents, they would be loving, caring ones.
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