In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handle With Care.”
This is a direct quote from my mother who doesn’t take her own advice.
Explanation of this quote When you tell a lie the truth will catch up with you, some way, some how, sooner or later.
Explanation of Mom’s approach: She thinks it’s OK to tell a “little white lie” if necessary to avoid hurting the recipient’s feelings but more importantly to prevent the recipient from having a bad opinion of her or her family.
Example of Mom’s approach: Lie to her friend who has invited me to a (surprise) birthday party/open house for her friend’s Chabadnik second son-in-law who I have never met in my life. Now I love my mom’s friend and appreciate her invitation in this instance and all the prior ones and all the recognition my family and I have received from her over the years. So Mom lied in advance and told her I had other plans that day, which turned out to be true after the fact.
My preferred approach would have been to tell the truth in the first place, trusting that Mom’s friend knew me well enough to appreciate that I would rather spend the time with people I know and love than with somebody I’ve never met, have little in common with, and would probably never see again as we were both visiting in the area at the time.
I hardly handle anything with kid gloves. I prefer an honest direct approach.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Delayed Contact.”
Another of my favorite sayings, which may also be a cliché, is:
“You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family.”
I have spoken this line to my spouse many times over the nearly 25 year span of our marriage, along with the corollary I learned from my first high school friend who married at a very young age and has never gotten along very well with most of her in-laws.
“Be careful who you marry. Make sure you get along with them because you’ll be stuck with them, too.”
While I didn’t always get along with his parents and the two brothers who were living when I met him, I have always, or at least as far back as I can remember, gotten along with his sisters-in- law. His parents have passed, along with one of the two brothers, and now I think the three of us girls get along better than ever. I’m sure there’s a deep psychological and/or emotional reason for this otherwise unexplainable fact. If anyone has any possible explanations, I’d love to hear them!