I had a witch melting, flying monkey type of weekend. I managed to piss off my mother yet again, which is not hard to do at all. It was as simple as trying to change some dinner plans to include an extra person. Normally this would be fine, except the extra person is my fiancé. For some reason, she just can’t bring herself to accept him into our group.
Growing up, Mom and I had this imaginary party in our minds and as we met new people, we would classify them based on whether or not we would invite them to this party. Not everybody makes the cut. It takes a special kind of person. Funny, witty, charming, are just a few of the required characteristics. Not everyone at this party has to be attractive as in looks, but everyone must be attractive in spirit.
Somewhere along the way, Mom has stopped inviting people to her party. She has locked the door, turned off the music and turned down the lights. Nobody gets in and she sits there in the dark, wondering where her joy has gone. The only time her eyes light up is when she sees her granddaughter.
How do we get to a place where our world is so narrow? When is our party too full to allow new people a chance to participate? Do we allow the unfortunate actions of one or two guests to spoil the party for everyone? Or do we strive to keep those doors open, the music jamming and the lights flashing as long as we can or until the cops show up?
We did manage to work out our differences, for now, but this weekend it is MY party and I will be having cake!