It was The Husband and his twin brother’s birthday fete this past weekend. We were all ready to go. Reservations at the bar set. RSVPs compiled. Then I get a message on my phone from my mom:
Mom: Oh, I hear you’re going to [said restaurant] tonight. We booked a reservation for dinner there.
Me: Why there? That’s a little strange.
Mom: Is that OK?
Me: No, it’s fine.
Slowly, politely and inadvertently (well, as inadvertently as possible), The Husband and I had to wean her off of the party-crashing notion as a possible reality. My parents and I are unwavering close. They attend everything – birthdays, milestone celebrations, you name it, and I’m largely complicit in wanting them there. Listen, it’s not like they tag along on anniversary dinners or anything of the sort. But for my husband, the fact that they just so happened to book a dinner at the same restaurant, and on the same night, as his birthday party, inspired a tinge of discomfit. For me, too. In the end, they took a light cue and settled on somewhere else for dinner. Guilty as charged: I have the most loving parents who truly want to be with us everywhere.
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