We’ve seen all sorts of movies and stories about the horror of a boyfriend meeting the parents.
But what about a viewpoint from the other side?
I vividly recall when my man and I met our daughter’s boyfriend for the first time. She was so particular throughout most of her 20’s that a guy never made it to the stage of meeting us. But now, she’s invited us to meet someone over drinks and pasta.
My guy is inordinately nervous and drives into the city too fast and too distracted as he asks “what if we don’t like him?” Continue reading
Around the Thanksgiving table one year, my guy, our two teenaged children, and my visiting father stared at me with wide eyes as I insisted that we take turns listing what we were thankful for.
My man, uncomfortable with such a request, began to clear the table while still seated.
Our daughter bubbled forth, like champagne from a shaken bottle, describing the blessings in her life: the Science lab (what can I say? she ended up teaching 6th grade Science!), her bedroom (she had an amazing view of the SF Bay), her plans to attend the Nutcracker ballet in two weeks.
Our son, usually the stoic of the family and non-emotional like his dad, peered solemnly around the table, breathed in deeply, and proclaimed, “Family.”
All grew quiet when it was my father’s turn. “You know what I have to say,” he claimed quietly. Continue reading