Before we go much further in our relationship, it’s time that I do a little explaining. To fully understand and appreciate the neuroses that make up me, you must first understand my parents. With Mother’s and Father’s Days quickly approaching, I thought now would be an excellent time to explain my family and do a little tribute to the Brydes*.
* Clearly an alias as my identity must remain hush-hush. Don’t ask questions. Just nod your head.
Momma Bryde grew up as the surprise and delight of a child from a marriage to an older mom and a much older dad. Her family had money, and while my mom had worked for everything she has, she certainly isn’t above spoiling herself or her only daughter, moi. Hmm..maybe “spoiling” isn’t the right term to use. Let’s just say that I’m a very grounded person, but my momma’s got my back. She’s got excellent taste and tact and puts it to good use. When I was at summer camp she used to send me Chanel nail polish. ??? K’ma. Thanks! Love ya! When I’m sick, she’ll show up with a copy of Vogue and a can of chicken soup. Every Christmas I get the newest it-thang of which no one has heard of and of which everyone will want the following summer. The woman does her homework. When I need the perfect pair of shoes or sunglasses or accessory or bag, into her closet I go. It’s never failed me. She’s extremely kind, smart, funny, and straight-forward. She doesn’t put up with shit from anyone, and I love her!
My father grew up in a crowded, dysfunctional family with no money and little guidance. My dad’s mom was not the most attentive parent and married a series of men who ranged from equally inattentive to abusive. My father is really a success story in that he could have followed in the same path of which was modeled for him by his family, but instead he rose above his situation and tucked all those bad experiences away for examples of what NOT to do when he became a parent. I didn’t learn about his unfortunate childhood until I was an adult, and when I did, everything about my childhood made sense. My father refused to miss any of our events ever, and I often was mildly embarassed when he was the loudest and most involved parent, but now I have examples of what TO DO when I become a parent some day. I won’t miss a thing. (I’m tearing up over here. 🙂 )
I also have a kid brother…who’s not really a kid anymore. My brother was in denial for the longest time that he’s an exact replica of my father. By denial, I mean that they were mortal enemies until my brother was an adult. My brother went through definite rough patches…hung with the wrong crowd…did the wrong things…got the wrong grades…etc. After high school, he joined the airforce which turned out to be the best thing EVER for him. All of a sudden things changed for him. He obviously found a reason for change as he was stationed in Germany, met the girl of his dreams, married her, and has since become a great man and a good husband to my lovely sister-in-law. He makes responsible decisions, takes care of his house, works hard, and genuinely cares about the people in his life (coughcoughjustlikemyfathercough) whaaa?? 🙂
So that’s my family. Fairly ordinary American family. What’s your family like?