As you see in the title, this is part two. Part 1 is here, or just scroll down to
previous post. I’m continuing with my
mother giving my stuff away against my will and without asking.
Yesterday, we talked about her giving my special doll to the church
garage sale. It happened again. I’ve been a garage sale fan since junior
high, and in high school, found a gorgeous antique, full length mirror. It needed some repair, but I got it for
$5. FIVE DOLLARS. ANTIQUE.
The Engineer, whom I was dating at the time, (and if you’re new – am now
married to, 20 years) was going to fix it.
The mirror had separated from the frame.
Easy-peasy for a DIY like him. He
just hadn’t gotten to it yet. I come
home for the weekend some time during my freshman year in college and my
mirror, which used to be behind my door, is gone. This next part should sound familiar.
“Mom, where’s my mirror?”
“I gave it to the church garage sale”
“How could you? It’s ANTIQUE.”
“It’s broken. It’s worthless, I
gave it away.”
Off to the church we go, retrieve mirror. Made my mother PROMISE to leave my stuff
alone. I’d take care of giving and
saving and garage donations and stay out of my room!
“Mom, do you know which table I’m talking about?”
“Of course. There’s not much of
her furniture left here.”
(Farmor had been in assisted living many years by the time she died.)
Fast forward to the long-awaited, slow boat shipment from Sweden
arriving. We open it together. My table isn’t there.
“Oh honey, about that. We decided it would make the perfect gift for the staff. They loved it and wanted it for their main
living area, so we gave it to them.”
Are you kidding me? You asked
me what was THE most important thing, and then you disregarded that and gave it
away. To strangers. Not to the granddaughter with the happy memories
of sewing lace creations while Farmor made dinner, chatting away about
anything and everything. Gone
forever. Because you didn’t really
listen to me. Or you didn’t care. Or whatever.
But I still haven’t gotten over it.
I don’t think I will either.
Would you?
Since I can't show you the table, here's a favorite picture of Farmor and Farfar and an eleven year old Tina, with eight year old Swissie.
Since I can't show you the table, here's a favorite picture of Farmor and Farfar and an eleven year old Tina, with eight year old Swissie.
7 comments:
ouch....told them it was the one thing and they still gave it away...ugh...i like the pic though....smiles...happy saturday...still traumatized from the star wars toys....just saying...
Tina, that really sucks! After all the trouble of asking you what was the most important thing. Yeah, you win for childhood trauma when it comes to toys and items.
I've always known that not all mothers are created equal. Some are sensitive to their kids and others are insensitive.
That's too bad, Tina, that was unthinking of your mother. I'd look for another one that's similar to remind you of your grandmother. You can still tell your kids about how you and Farmor had good times sewing using the original one. It's an idea.
Enjoyed your 2 part series! The pix helped, too.
I'm so, so sorry to hear that. This really made me do a slow burn. How could she have done that? I would have gone off on my mom, big time. Did you?
When my daughters were home, if they didn't clean their rooms up by the 7th day, out came Mom's big black trash bag. After, we visited the Good Will donation center.
I can still hear my youngest sniveling all the way there.
Thankfully, we only had to do this like three times before they got the message.
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
That was not a good thing to do with the table it sounds a bit calculated to me....
That stings! I'm sorry for your loss.
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