DEAR ABBY: I recently found out that after 13 years of marriage, my son and daughter-in-law are expecting a child; my first grandchild! I was overjoyed at the news. They live about 1,000 miles away from me.

I mentioned to my son that I have been looking at flights and want to come out a week before her due date so I’ll be there for the big moment, and stay three to four weeks to help with the baby. I was shocked when he told me they don’t want me to visit until at least three weeks after the birth, and stay for one week MAX.

He said my daughter-in-law will need time to heal, and they both need time to adjust to being parents before they have guests. I am not a “guest.” I am the grandmother! I was also told not to expect to take care of the baby because it is “their” job.

It hurts so bad not to be wanted to share in the joy of the new baby. I have always dreamed of watching my grandchild take his or her first breath, and see the look on my son’s face when he holds his child for the first time.

Is there anything I can do to change their minds and allow me to be there for my son at this important moment? Do you agree that they are being unreasonable and cruel? — FAMILY FIRST IN FLORIDA

DEAR FAMILY FIRST: I’m sure you are a loving mother, but I don’t agree, and I doubt you can change their minds.

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If it is going to take three weeks for your daughter-in-law to heal, it appears the baby’s birth will be by C-section, and she will need time to regain her strength. The new parents will also need time to adjust to the baby’s sleep and feeding schedules. They will be sleep-deprived, and she will be nursing every few hours and not up for company.

While you have always dreamed of being present at your grandchild’s birth, the reality is your son and daughter-in-law would prefer this intimate moment be shared by them alone. I’m sorry you are hurt, truly. Let them know you are willing to help them in any way you can on their terms, and take your cues from them. Do not take any of this personally.

DEAR ABBY: My grandmother died recently after a long life. A cousin decided that all of the grandchildren should chip in for an expensive floral arrangement. I reluctantly participated after my wife said it would be “cheap” of me to refuse.

I had a closer relationship with Grandma than most of my cousins did, but I felt it was an odd request. I have always understood that flowers were sent to the grieving family. In this instance, we WERE the family. It felt like we were sending condolences to ourselves. Am I wrong, or was I just being cheap, as my wife suggested? — MOURNING IN NEVADA

DEAR MOURNING: Please accept my sympathy for your loss. Your assumption that families do not provide flowers at a loved one’s funeral was incorrect. It is very common for family members to arrange for a floral display or spray of flowers for a deceased relative’s casket. At a sad time like this, it is never wrong to err on the side of being generous, and I’m glad that is what you did.

DEAR ABBY: I’m in fifth grade, and I have noticed that teachers pick favorites. I’d like to know if or how I could be one. — NERVOUS STUDENT IN CALIFORNIA

DEAR NERVOUS STUDENT: Teachers have favorites for various reasons. Sometimes it happens because they see something in a child that reminds them of how they were at that age. With others it’s because the student shows an interest in the subjects being taught, isn’t disruptive and always tries his or her best. And that is what I recommend you do.

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