My husband’s two sisters and baby came up to visit this week. We stayed in a hotel with waterslides and ordered pizza and watched a movie. Lil’T loved it!
They are lovely people and have really made an effort to include me in their family.
One of the sisters is Lil’T’s favourite person. Lil’T spent the whole day painting pictures for her fave aunty.
As the aunt came in the door, she ran up with a picture she painted. I saw hair, eyes, and dots and squiggles on a pink background. I assumed it was her face.
Lil’T explained the picture.
“That’s you! And there is your hair, ‘cept the colour didn’t work. And there are your eyes, and mouth and breastes.”
I saw the alarm on the aunts’ faces, but it was too late.
“And there are your arms, and belly button and your pee hole.”
The aunt was gracious and thanked her.
“And this is a painting of a giraffe and this is a purple dinosaur with lots and lots of legs,” Lil’T went on.
I saw the nude portrait being covered quickly with the orange and black giraffe.
Then I noticed that I still had the painting I was working on sitting on the table.
A gift for the midwives, it shows a breastfeeding baby from the mother’s perspective. Yep, naked breasts. And a naked baby. Cuz naked babies are cute!
One of the aunts wears bikinis, but never breastfeeds without enough blankets to disguise the fact that there is a baby under there. The other covers me up with blankets when I breastfeed, even if I am already covered. Just so that no one can tell there is a baby close to my chest.
The rest of the conversations were awkward too.
These women embrace their gender roles in all their stereotypes. I can’t.
They love to shop to relieve stress. Shopping is a huge stress for me.
They love to watch movies, especially romantic comedies. If I watch a movie, its generally a documentary, a drama, or a musical spoof.
They make fun of their dad for taking vitamin C. I work at a health food store.
Its hard to find conversation topics. So, they told me about the frustrating dynamics* with the other sister-in-law.
“Mom was saying, at least with you,” the sister-in-law hesitated. “At least you can disagree and still be nice about it.”
The only disagreement we’ve had with them was whether my facebook pic with the bare shoulder and shirtless baby was appropriate for anyone but my husband to see.
I’m glad we can still be nice about it 🙂
I can’t wait to hear what they’ll say when they find out other differences of opinion we may have :~
*and I can’t share any of it :p