Meet the Parents
September 23, 2009 § Leave a comment
Actually, Wayne only met my mom. But my parents have been married for so long and talk to each other so much that meeting one is essentially meeting both– I am glad that Wayne met the more…relaxed half of my parents; let’s face it, most of my neuroticism comes from my dad. I know that the minute my mom got home, she called my dad and told him all about Wayne. The men in my little nuclear family do not talk very much, if at all. The women in the family panic at all that empty airspace, completely void of words and noises, and move very quickly to compensate. My dad is succinct. My mom, sweet, calm, soft-spoken to give some illusion of being quiet, is garrulous. My mom talks so much and tells him so much extraneous information that he’s left wondering why he didn’t stop her from drinking the green tea that is keeping her up at night since sleep is my dad’s only champion for silence– yes, she is that susceptible to caffeine.
So, anyways, today Wayne met my mom. And he was nervous, which is entirely understandable but also kind of funny considering one certain factor:
Me: I wasn’t sure why you were so worried. With me as a daughter, you have to have a good sense of humor. And a lot of patience.
W [with a sentiment shared by all my closest friends]: I think moreso patience. :p
Me: I was going to argue, but, yeah, you’re right. Hahahaha
And, of course, my mom liked him. A lot.