
Sadly, creating distance with them usually requires a very firm stance on my part. They rarely seem to hear me. And their expectations of who I am don't match my reality - even the reality of those of you who just follow me here, they've certainly never tried to reach out to know me as one would any stranger in a social setting. It would be a gift for them to just accept me without expectations. It won't happen. They enjoy their expectations. I enjoy the freedom of not dealing with their expectations.
When La Gram Russe passed, I got her silver. I didn't ask for it. It created fuss in the family. The minute she updated her will to say I'd receive it, some of them checked online for value. It was worth thousands, they said.The value derived from where it was acquired and the hardship of bringing it here. It came with her from her life in Germany. (The stopping place between her native Russia and America.) The value they placed on it was monetary - and not anywhere near the reality. Their expectations are often out of alignment with reality.
What makes me happier daily is La Gram Russe's inexpensive daily china. No one else wanted it; and in the moves, I misplaced my plates. These were perfect. 4 plates, 4 salad plates, 4 bowls, 4 tea cups/saucers. Nothing fancy. And every day I value using them. They literally make me happy to use. No expectations.
Take-away - Value is in the eye of the beholder.
Another post of my attempts to manage my maternal family.
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