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Sunday, May 30, 2004  

My mother's demons:There was strong language and raised voices being thrown around at the homestead this evening as I quietly slunk out the door. The cause of the brouhaha? The seating arrangement for my sister's upcoming wedding on June 19th. My mother, God love her, is insisting that her cousins from Toronto - "the only goddamn family she has" - switch tables throughout the four-course meal so that they have a chance to mingle with a variety of guests. Jesus, like we're not having a hard enough time seating the other 174 guests at the wedding and she's talking about musical chairs.

To understand why my mother is making this request one has to understand how important family is to her and how devastating it is that she has none. Her parents are gone, and her and her only brother experienced a split so severe that it registered on the Richter scale and shock waves are still being felt a decade later. So, her second cousins in Toronto, the Edwardhs, are pretty much all she's got. And these are no ordinary people: Marlys is the top criminal lawyer in Toronto (shit, she's at the friggin' Hague right now prosecuting Milosevich), and Joey spent 20 years in Chile leading the underground resistance movement with her husband Miguel before their lives were threatened and Joey returned (and Miguel defected) to Canada. I think Mom views the Edwardhs as this kind of uber-family that she needs to pull out all the stops for or else they'll disappear too, or get bored, or who knows. Whatever the reason, my Mom has made it her personal mission to ensure that the Edwardhs have the time of their goddamn lives at this wedding and to fuck with it for everything else. She's impossible to deal with right now.

Right now it seems to me like my little family of four (soon to be five) is a tiny sailboat and this wedding is an angry, turbulent, spitting ocean. It's about survival.

posted by Cherine | 9:38 PM
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