My husband’s sixteen year old daughter is staying with us right now because she hasn’t been getting along with her mom. I’ve spent the last few days trying to buy her a few things she’ll like so that she won’t feel left out, although she comes from a wealthy family and has all that her heart desires. These are the traditions my kids and I follow: Kids open one package Christmas Eve, which is always silly pajamas. Kids get stockings. Kids also get a nice gift from Santa, and a smaller gift from the parents.
So I’ve gotten her a pair of zebra-striped pajamas with feet in them and some very trivial stocking stuffers. Her dad got her a Santa gift, and I got her some makeup brushes so she wouldn’t have to sit around with no packages to open. (Dad and others usually just give her cash). Okay, we’re ready to have a nice Christmas.
So she comes home from her date last night, late as usual, and gives her dad several checks from her part-time job, asking him to cash them for her. She’s been hoarding them because she doesn’t need the money. So he takes the checks and gives her a pile of bucks. He then asks if she’s finished Christmas shopping. She goes off into a rant about how stupid Christmas is and she wishes everyone could just skip it, and tells him she hasn’t bought gifts for anyone. He shrugs and says, “That’s why you don’t have the Christmas spirit, then.” End of conversation, she walks away.
I gently suggest to my husband that she should buy a gift for him and for her mother, at least. He throws up his hands and says, “I kept reminding her! I’m sure as hell not going to do it for her!” I leave it at that, because he is very sensitive to criticism on the subject of child-raising or lack thereof, as well he might be, and if I say any of the many things I’m thinking, there’s going to be a fight.
This morning as I was getting ready for work, I find a “contract” she has written for herself and left for her dad. It outlines specifically what she has agreed to do during the next couple of days (“Get home from date at 9:30. Open gift. Open gifts with you in the morning. 2:00- Christmas dinner. Go to Mom’s house.” Etc.)
And I’m trying not to cry. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to order someone to open their gift and have a good time. I didn’t know she felt this way about Christmas, but I do know she pretty much regards me and my kids as freaks. (We do crazy shit like reading, and wearing unfashionable clothing). She is constantly asking us what is wrong with us in that joking-but-she-means-it way. My daughter is also sixteen. Did you ever try telling a sixteen year old not to care so much what another sixteen year old thinks?
She didn’t even buy gifts for her parents. Did I mention that her mother recently found out she has cancer and has just begun chemotherapy?
I told my husband to just forget about making her participate, she’ll just think it’s stupid anyway. He told me I shouldn’t take it so hard. Then I left for work. I’m sure later today he’ll take her aside and ask her to pretend she’s having a good time, but it doesn’t matter now. The whole thing just sickens me. I’ll just have a good Christmas…some other year.