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I was checking the top shelf of my closet last week. The temperature had been getting colder and I wanted to see what scarves and gloves survived last season and could be found in inventory.<\/p>\nI was checking the top shelf of my closet last week. The temperature had been getting colder and I wanted to see what scarves and gloves survived last season and could be found in inventory.<\/p>\n
An old pair of earmuffs fell down. The ear coverings were made of mink. I hadn\u2019t worn the pair in years. I thought it impractical to have a mink accessory when the impulse to don headgear came when I had to walk the dog or shovel.<\/p>\n
The pair belonged to my mother.<\/p>\n
The earmuffs suited her style. She had a flare for the theatrical and she cared more about how she looked than about practical concerns like dressing for warmth.<\/p>\n
She wanted to present herself well at all times. When in the hospital, she only wanted to greet visitors after she had put her \u201cteeth,\u201d her dentures, in. She always wore lipstick. Not quite Hedy Lamar screen siren red but close to that shade.<\/p>\n
I remember one Sunday, when she was already in her mid-eighties, I came over to her place to make dinner and attempt to help with the weekend edition crossword puzzle (She was always much better at this than I was).<\/p>\n
She greeted me at the door wearing white culottes and a navy and white horizontally striped top. She also wore a short strand of pearls.<\/p>\n
After a hello hug, I asked her why she was wearing the neckless. In my mind, I was clearly referring to her unnecessary inclination to put on jewelry to watch me stir fry vegetables and do the crossword puzzle, but that understanding of her wardrobe choices didn\u2019t cross her mind.<\/p>\n
I remember her expression. How could I ask something where the answer was so obvious?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean? Because it matches.\u201d<\/p>\n
And now, I stood in my living room staring at her earmuffs.\u00a0 They were especially symbolic to me. They represented so much pain and disappointment. So great a disconnect!<\/p>\n
One winter night, I remember driving her to the opera or symphony. As the unmarried daughter in my family, even in my fifties, it was my job to take her on such culture dates.<\/p>\n
After seeing a billboard for The Men\u2019s Wearhouse<\/em><\/strong>, she echoed the tag line their TV pitchman used to invoke about their satisfied customers. Uttered with sincerity and gravity, like casting a spell, she intoned:<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re going to like the way you look.\u201d<\/p>\n Snug in her mink coat and earmuffs, fresh layer of lipstick applied, she sat in the passenger seat quietly as I drove downtown and reeled off the latest news from my life.<\/p>\n After ten minutes, as if the realization that I was talking just dawned on her, she blurted out in a loud voice, \u201cI can\u2019t hear you!\u201d<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t suffer from dementia. In so many ways, her mind was sharp. She was conversant on topics brought up in shows like \u201cMeet the Press\u201d or \u201cFace the Nation.\u201d I was convinced she had a crush on George Stephanopoulos.<\/p>\n This was just the way things were in our relationship.\u00a0 She never thought about being able to hear me better if she took off her earmuffs. I always felt she could have made more of an effort to hear me.<\/p>\n The scene replayed in my mind for years, usually arousing anger, disappointment, or irritation.<\/p>\n Friends and self-help pundits have reminded me how important it can be to FORGIVE, saying it is more for the benefit of the person who has been hurt.<\/p>\n Dead for over a decade, the notion of forgiving my mother has not been withheld because of the absence of an apology, but from me needing to feel authentic. I thought many of my mother\u2019s ways were simply unconscionable.<\/p>\n But now, the memory of my mink-eared mother\u2019s pronouncement, mimicking The Men\u2019s Wearhouse<\/em><\/strong> spokesperson, \u201cYou\u2019re going to like the way you look,\u201d is stronger than her refrain, \u201cI can\u2019t hear you.\u201d<\/p>\n Being a little closer to forgiveness is no small thing.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was checking the top shelf of my closet last week. The temperature had been…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7360,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[632],"tags":[714,721,717,716,720,719,54,715,718],"class_list":["post-7359","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-weekly-blog","tag-earmuffs","tag-face-the-nation","tag-george-stephanopoulos","tag-hedy-lamar","tag-meet-the-press","tag-mens-wearhouse","tag-no-small-thing","tag-strand-of-pearls","tag-unmarried-daughter","grateful-dozen-musings-imaginings"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n