One could say I lucked out in the in-law department. I went out for lunch with a gaggle of my in-laws a few weeks back, and as we passed a row of bikes in front of a coffee shop, I mentioned how much I love old cruisers.
"Would you like mine?", my sister-in-law Sandi asked. Of course I said yes. How could I resist her blue Schwinn, the bike she got when she was in the third grade? I love my new-old bike, I love that I'm riding a piece of Sandi's history, and I love Sandi.
I like to think of Sandi as my fairy sister-in-law. She has been my role model ever since the first time I ate dinner at her table. Homemade ravioli. George and I promptly went out and bought our own ravioli making equipment.
Sandi's children are all grown up now. Her son is getting married this weekend, and her daughter leaves next month to attend college in South America. I love to observe the relationship she has with her grown children, her children's friends, and the mommy friends she's had since her children were young like mine. It gives me hope.
I tend to be a little melancholic about mothering. I certainly didn't know how completely joyful and horribly sad it would be to watch my children grow up, or how painful it would be to see myself aging in the reflection of their eyes. The human condition can be so overwhelming and raw at times.
Sandi bears the human condition with beauty and grace, humility and generosity. I couldn't ask for a better fairy sister-in-law. Thank you Sandi for being you (and for the cruiser).
Posted by Molly at 9:36 AM