One in particular that has probably made me who I am today, ( diligent about fact finding) is in January of my Senior year in high school my mother says to me,
" With your grades, I doubt you could get into the community college." ( yeah, my self esteem was crushed down to China at that moment.)
THEN in April of that year I over heard her saying to a friend, " I don’t know why she hasn’t applied to any colleges."
I had a C average without even trying or buying the books. ( Being the good catholic school girl I stole my books and sold them back at the end of the year for a nice 100% profit.) Everyone said to me “You should try harder”, “your a smart girl” ( which always sounded like an insult to me) and my response was, " Why? I’m coasting through this without any effort and PASSING and I WON’T remember any of this stuff in 10 years." You know what, the only thing I remember is Literature and that’s for Jeopardy!.
Oh then, there is the guidance counselor who counselled all of my brothers and had been counselling for 30 years and had some pretty outdated views ( but it took me a few years after this to figure that out) It was sometime during my senior year, he looked at my grades and my shy quiet demeanor and nice girl next door looks and the nice things my teachers said about me and said, " You should find yourself a nice husband and have a bunch of kids." ( I almost cried right in front of him for being given a death sentance like that to a 16 year old girl. ( I graduated a few months after turning 17) )
Then a truly defining moment for me happened not long after I married. Here’s the set up with the cast of characters:
Mom - never mowed a lawn in her life ( had kids to do that and now has a lawn crew) Hates outdoor work. She is an excellent interior designer and always receives compliments on her house, which when clean, looks like its filled with museum peices.
Mother In Law - Has spectacular gardens, yard and gold fish pond. The inside of her house is always orderly, though decorated in heavy germanic fashion. She works harder than five women inside and outside the house.
Me - Newly married, maybe a year after marriage, I can’t recall exactly and still trying to balance out my side with his side.
Our house - newly built on 10 acres. The area around our house is mostly mud and rocks. ( lots and lots and lots of rocks. Our area is the #1 producer of gravel in the nation, nice, huh.) the rest is overgrown weeds from being a neglected farmers feild. The inside of the house is stark white walls and the remnants of our respective parents basement furniture and garage sale finds. Nothing matches.
I just got home from work and my mom and mother in law were over for an impomptu dinner set up by my husband who loves stuff like that.As the Moms have brought dinner, ( if they didn’t they’d starve) I race upstairs to change into work clothes that can get muddy and the windows are open, I can hear my mom and mother in law chatting nicely about nothing.
THEN I hear this:
Mom: I don’t know why she doesn’t have more done on the inside of the house. They’ve been here a year now.
Mother In law : Why don’t they have any landscaping done? There’s nothing down, not even grass.
I am normally a fairly stoic person, but I nearly cried when I over heard that. I was working a regular 40 a week job and commuting two hours a day. My husband was never home due to another job and I had never decorated anything but a locker in my life. My fear, and it still is a big one, is that the moment I would pick a color or style I/we liked, it would instantly look dated. Any time I brought up ideas that I thought would look nice, he would agree, but I never got any help and I will not do it alone ( at least on the first attempt. I have a severe impairment when it comes to directions.) We had bills to pay and the MOMs expect the house inside and out to look model perfect. I knew at that moment I could never please either Moms in my life and I suppose it has lead me to be completely apathetic about decorating. Which is fine now as I totally expect my son to destroy those walls, stain the carpet and color things with crayola. The only furniture we have bought in our entire marriage are leather couches, which have turned out to be a blessing in disguise for all the puke our Carrie of a son has hurled on them.