Even after 13+ years of marriage, it's still sort of awkward-feeling for me to call my mother-in-law *mom*, but I'm getting better about it. I never felt comfortable calling my father-in-law *dad* or even *Hank* as he would have preferred it, instead it was always the formal Mr. followed by our family name. That was just as well, I guess; he couldn't often seem to even remember my name, and instead called me *girl* with the sweetest Southern drawl. The rest of his daughters-in-law were not so tenderly regarded as I.
She's been bugging me for the last year or so to choose a piece of crystal from her china cabinet that I'd like to have. I've avoided doing so, partly because I have no need of any crystal, but more because I understand the thinking that's behind her wanting to give away these treasured things. She's been thinking and talking that way for a few years now since my father-in-law passed away. For a very long time she was depressed and talked of wanting to go be with her dear Hank. Her first great-grandchild seems to have turned her around and I'm glad for that, but still she has this need to give away her things.
So I relented yesterday and took this Waterford crystal vase and filled it with roses. It's the perfect size for a small bouquet of very short-stemmed flowers, yet seems out of place in my no frills early americana style dining room. I like that sort of contrast and how it reminds me of her and how different our lives are. I chose it because rather than being something to be treasured and tucked away, it's a beautiful thing that I can put to use. And my taking it made her happy.
a return Visit
1 year ago