Romantic or mean?
Sun, Nov 1st 2009
Omigod! Just back from Enniskillen – I had 270 people in 1 room, sitting around a little circle of 20 children. Luckily children are unbelievably brave. Also they are opportunists – if the teacher (in this case, me) gives them a good time, they will give back a 100% attention. So, not one child eyes wandered around to the crowd. (mind you I give lots of praise for “good-looking skills – so they then stay focussed”). They were honest, fun and as generous – hearted as young people always are when given a voice. It was a great session. Long journey home. Next day, still in pyjamas, a bit grey and tired, my son rings. “Are you sitting down…..me and Lyndsay got married yesterday”. YESTERDAY. The first wedding of one of my children and I wasn’t there. My first mean spirited question to him was “was your father there?”. No. Hmmmm. The misery subsides a bit. No one was there. No one? We just wanted to do it quietly on our own. No brothers – no sisters. No mums and dads. First I cried. Then I rallied. Then I started being a good, kind supportive mum. Then I believed in my kind supportive words, and all was well. His sister and I belted over with champagne and hot chickens (love Asda!). More misery, they had just left for a weekend away. We sat on the doorstep pulling of warm chunks of fresh bread and contemplated life. Romantic or a bit mean? Romantic, brave and loving really, we decided. True to the meaning of marriage of two hearts being entwined in the one relationship. Mean? Only if you are the people not asked and you are caught on the phone, a bit tired and grey.
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