Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Gift of the Magoo

I'm not done moralizing whining! Feel free to smack me if you wish.

It seems that a visit to Sam's Club inspires a buttload of bloggable topics. Let me tell you about a couple my husband and I witnessed in the midst of an argument. They were surrounded by their four schoolaged daughters.

I don't know what started the argument or how much these two argue or even if the argument was valid. The subject was stuff. Who had the stuff, who put away the stuff, where the stuff was put away and who is ultimately responsible for making sure the stuff can be found again. What I do know about their argument is that it was in public, it was in front of their children in public, and it was snappishly sarcastic.

The argument ended when the Father wheeled his cart off in a huff pronouncing, "I put it away where you could see it, duh!." The mother waited for her husband to be out of earshot to pronounce to her daughters that "Daddy was being rude!"

Uh...

What a gloriously positive message about men, marriage and resolutions to relay to the kiddies. It was said out of such a casual tone that it led me to believe this wasn't the first time that the girls had heard that Daddy was being rude. Mama was seeking some sort of validation from a captive audience, forcing them to choose between them. Woe to them if any had said, "Mom, you weren't being so friendly there yerself beeyotch."

Guess what you Sam's Club twits? You pass this bullshit along to your kids! They internalize it and then you don't know how it will burst forth when they reach adulthood and form relationships of their own, raising their own kids, putting away their own stuff.

This strikes me as especially timely as my family will be attending my husband's grandmother's family reunion in a month. It's a four day event, a sleepover, and what would seem to be the most tedious and exasperating thing is immensely entertaining. Why? Because my GMIL had parents who actively worked to ensure a loving family legacy and their first object in that was to treat each other like gold, modeling for their family. I didn't know these relatives. They died before I was even in puberty, but what they did and felt for each other is a tangible that is felt even six generations later. What security!

Alrighty...put down the bat...I'm done.


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I got called to jury duty on the 19th. Happy happy, joy joy.

5 comments:

  1. I have a sister who openly calls her husband a stupid asshole and he calls her a miserable bitch. It makes for lovely family reunions. I'm sure their children will have great marriages!

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  2. My grandparents were, and parents are, like your GMILs parents. We try to model our marriage after theirs. We argue very rarely argue, ridicule or insult each other. It's not a loving thing to do. And we'd never dream of doing so in public.

    It truly does make a difference that can be passed down from one generation to the next.

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  3. is that music coming from that damn kill the cat game?....boy will I be glad when that post goes to archive...now what were you saying?

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  4. Megita darling, I think the worst language I've ever heard at the reunion I spoke of is "darn". It's Utah ya know.

    Jerry, cat game post revised. It was driving me bonkers too. I meant to do that yesterday but I got caught up in steam cleaning our carpets and washing down our walls. My house was dirty dirty dirty filthy dirty.

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  5. Ahhh! That's what is different, silence.

    I am with you, it drives me NUTS to hear my mother, of all people, ragging at my Dad. I dislike sharp sarcasm of any sort. Bleah! You GMIL family sound great!

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