I had some fish left over from my current project and I wanted to experiment with some quilting. Through the day we spoke on the phone and I told him that I was making something for him to take to work.
“That sounds lovely”, he said. “Is it something…manly?”
Now this surprised me. I wouldn’t have expected my lovely, gentle, softly-spoken guy to say that. At home he wouldn’t have worried, but he obviously has an image to uphold at his mostly male office. A manly image.
Now he has to explain to everyone why those fish come from Sydney.
Part Two: CONFLICTED
Today some people are coming to our house to do a preliminary interview of our daughter. She wants to go overseas on exchange next year. My sister listed to me all the reasons why she will be selected: independence, confidence, intelligence, involvement, leadership. These things are all true and I agree that she is a wonderful candidate and would represent her country proudly. She would learn and grow and develop, she will become an adult. These are all great things.
BUT…when I offer my support for her, I am giving tacit approval for her to leave our house. It won’t be the same house again. There will be three, one missing. A good mother supports the dreams of her children (that’s me). A bad mother sends her children away (that’s also me). I raised her to be her own person, this is what should be, but I don’t want to stand up and help her out the door.