I’m sure this is not something that is endemic to Mormonism, but whenever you “go home,” you become a twelve-year-old again. In my experience, of course, this involves my parents coming BACK home, since I live in their house while they winter in Dixie.
This morning, I woke up for work and got up, then heard a gentle knock. My dad came in as I was dragging my butt out of bed, and he proceeded to question me about my new relationship. Now, really, this is okay. I mean, he’s my dad, he cares and he has a right. But at 6:00 in the MORNING? I can barely open my eyes. And I have to hurry to be to work by seven, a goal I rarely achieve because I don’t care what you say, this, folks, is the BUTT CRACK of dawn.
This morning my dad wanted to talk to me about my patriarchal blessing. Yeah, I did that. I don’t remember much about it, and didn’t even give it much weight back then, but apparently MY PARENTS read it often. They are still praying for the day I come to my senses, and back to church.
“Can I give you some advice?” my dad asks.
“Uh, okay, yeah. About what?” Remember, I am half asleep here. Maybe more like three-quarters asleep because my creative juices flow at night, and not in the early morning.
“There’s a saying, ‘When one door closes, another opens.'”
“Yes, yes. Why, I believe I had heard this saying before. I am familiar with it.” Is today cliche day? Did I forget to check the calendar?
“Well, I would just like you to remember that in your patriarchal blessing it said you chose your family. And I think that means you should probably listen to my advice.”
Um, okay. If you said this to me at nine, I probably would have told you a thing or two about patriarchy, and the damage it causes to people, but hell, folks, this was six a.m. I don’t mind advice, but if you are giving it to me at six a.m., you probably should realize it is not going to have much impact, and won’t sink in really well. I’m 47. If I chose you, and you chose me, shouldn’t you have figured that out by now?
So the advice was, when one door closes another opens. Good thing. Would suck to get stuck in a house with doors that won’t open or close.
I closed the door on Jackass and opened it to Birdman. Is this what I was supposed to get out of this? I’m not sure. New choices? New doors? Someone needs to learn to like coffee? Mornings are evil? I just can’t say what the message was.
I spent the rest of the morning pondering this. Still don’t have an answer. Love how your parents show back up and you become twelve again.
Next time we have a father/daughter talk, I hope it’s around noon.