Monday, November 27, 2006
Nobody under 21 admitted
The tables were set. Because of the sheer amount of people in attendance, we had to have three different tables in three different rooms. One was the formal dining room with all the good china. The other two rooms had nice plates, and plastic cutlery that looked like real silverware. Really no big deal.
So the men AND the kids return from their trip (and it sounded like a really good one), and we gather around for the blessing. First, however, the host and hostess (Ace's cousin and his wife), thank us for coming. And there is one thing that they ask....
Noone under 21 is allowed in the dining room.
Mind you, I don't mind directives. We all have our idiosyncracies and needs that have to be met. To Ace's cousin and his wife, it was important that part of their meal resemble a formal occasion because that is what the wife wanted. And I respect that.
However, what I do not respect is basically telling me that, if I wanted to be part of the elite, over 21 crowd, I had to abandon my children at the "kid table" and eat my Thanksgiving dinner with the adults.
What ended up happening was the cousin and his wife sat that the heads of the table, and the older generation (my inlaws and the aunts and uncles) filled in the seats on the sides.
I guess the one thing that I can take away from that experience is how I would not direct people where they could or could not sit because it alienated those of us with small children, and the grandparents of those small children.
And another thing I can take comfort in: this cousin and his wife ... they are having a baby in June. Sweet justice will be coming their way.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
Do you fight it?