For one day, Michael and plopped down into my son's life, commanding his time. He took us to coffee, to the state capitol, to lunch, to Tumwater Falls (oh, you of my age bracket, remember the commercials for Oly beer, from Tumwater Falls, etc! Now the building is derelict and closed, but the salmon run the river.) We shopped (buying supplies for Julien's college pad) and then had a break, only to commence with a dinner out with his girlfriend. Then it was clear that the visit was enough, no breakfast this morning, time to go home.
I think quick strike visits are the best. Come in, show up, spend some nice time, and then leave. No one gets sick of anyone--there isn't time. No one resents the visit because there is only enough time to enjoy. After the anarchists and a month of constant "visit" from my older son, this seemed absolutely civilized and very middle-class and white. I realize I must have no sense of familia.
When I was with my ex, we would visit his parents and just park. Everyone did that. If you knew the Inclans at any time, you could stay there. If you had once known a relative in Mexico City, you had the open door, best guest forever treatment. People lived there for months, staying as part of the family. No one complained about smells or anarchy or anything. It was just the way it was.
When I was growing up, my grandparents came to visit us once a year and always stayed in a motel close by. There was no intrusion but the orchestrated visit times. The meals, the outings, the cocktails. Then off they went. Everyone spared the inconvenience.
I'm not sure which way is best. It's fun to bounce around the spectrum to see how crazy I can get. How long to stay? How long can they stay? Who will kill the other first?
All right. Off to the airport in the rental car. I know the way. I am filled with compassion. There will be no fighting at all.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org