March 31st, 2008

the torch-ginger

Change of Heart

The very same weekend that I made this emotional post about my mother withholding family heirlooms because she felt it would be unsafe, she changed her mind.

Sunday morning as I was helping her with some boxes she was taking to charity, she said, "Do you still want the bedroom suite you grew up with? Do you still know of a place to get it repaired? Which weekend would it be good for me to bring them up to Water Valley?"

We talked for a little while, sitting cross-legged on the floor with trinkets and dusty tissue paper in our laps. I told her that I thought she had been using the furniture to show disapproval of Jimmy and my lifestyle. She assured me that she really likes Jimmy, she loves how he treats me, and was simply being "a realist" about the possible destruction should we break up. According to her words, and I believe her, the only thing concern she has about my relationship with Jimmy is her (well-founded) fear that we will never be physically healthy together because we enable each others' bad eating habits.

So, all that tension has evaporated after months of worry. Perhaps if I had brought it up myself or that I'd forced the issue, things might not have gone the same way.