Maybe there needs to be more deference towards parents instead of automatically treating them as if they were 'anyone' else.
I don't make this comment lightly and I suspect I may get a lot of push back. I'm putting my thoughts out there because I was reminded of my own mother and what I happen to know about the days surrounding my own birth.
It seems that as my mum approached her due date, her paternal grandmother (my great grandma) arbitrarily took it upon herself to pack her bags and show up on her doorstep. This was almost a month before I was born. My mother was going to need a lot of help she said and she was up to the task. You see, 73 years ago, adult children had to be respectful towards their elders and my mother welcomed her with open arms even though she was taken by surprise.
Telling her to 'take a hike' or to 'mind her own business' would have been unheard of in those days. Once she settled in however, my mum soon realized that she no longer had to knock herself out over housework. My other grandmother (mum's mother) and her mother in law, (great grandma) took care of my mom between the two of them. Great grandma kept house, cooked meals and kept everything humming, while my maternal grandmother sewed baby clothes, knitted blankets and made quilts. When the time came, my dad was at work, so it was my great grandma who called the cab.
After I was born, she continued to help with the household, so my mum could look after me. When I was six weeks old, she packed her bags and bid everyone farewell. I have a faded picture of her somewhere with me in her arms on the day they came home from the hospital.
About two years later, she visited again, this time with great grandpa. I don't actually remember HER but I do remember being held by someone familiar and being loved very much. She died when I was four years old.
I can't help but wonder how different things would have been if my mother had told her to take a hike.