It reminds me of a funny memory of my dad. During my growing up years, he always had a certain brown recliner that was 'his' chair. When he came home after a long hard day of work, we kids were expected to get out of the chair so he could sit there. It was just his spot. But after years and years of use, the chair was getting rather worn looking. My mom had seen a good deal on a recliner/love seat that she thought would make a great gift for dad to replace that old brown recliner, because not only would it look better, but they could recline side by side! So, we waited til Christmas morning (it had been delivered the day before but we kept it hidden), sent dad upstairs, dragged out his chair and unveiled the new love seat. Sadly, he was not happy. He was actually quite upset. He demanded to know where 'HIS' chair was. He drug the ugly thing back in and it stayed right next to the lovely new piece of furniture. For years. (In fact, he never did get rid of the chair. Once we kids were all out of the house, Dad turned the attic into his 'man cave' and the chair got moved up there. It stayed there until he died.) While it's hilarious to think back on now, it was one of the worst Christmas mornings in my memory. Well, we really didn't have many bad Christmases, but that one definitely was. But, years removed from the situation, it's really funny to me to think of now. It may have been less than gracious of him, and maybe rather selfish, but at least I can say I now understand. I mean, even if my mugs were chipped, I don't think I'd be too happy about having some overly helpful and well-meaning person replace them for me without my knowledge. I'd definitely be more gracious than he was (let's suffice it to say Daddy wasn't the most...uh...'tactful' person in the world), but I might secretly cry later. Okay, probably not actually cry. But maybe. Just sayin'.

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I definitely prefer glasses to drink from, and have too many favorite mugs. I've actually been pondering a post of my favorite mugs:). My hubby has favorite socks, my daughter favorite rituals (looooog hot showers, long drives in the car), sons have favorite
T-shirts.
I can empathize with your dad. My family keeps begging me to part with the changing table that is too rickety to hold a grandbaby (or anything else) but it was the last thing my grandparents gave me before Grandpa died. I can't get rid of it...yet. I would get really angry if they dumped it w/o asking me.
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