Down with the In-laws

It has taken 13 years of visits to South Africa to finally feel comfortable wining and dining with the inlaws.  I can now just sit and chew the fat, and listen to Grandad's stories, and not mind coming home smelling like the braai place.  Why has this taken so long?  What was wrong with me on all the previous visits?  I was a good guest in all my brother and parent inlaws homes, but I never felt relaxed.  Rested, yes, and so guilty.  But this time, something is different.  I feel like just another Blom.  The kids are just two of seven grandkids, and I am now just one of the mums sandwiched in the middle generation.  I like that.