First – I stole this from Amy Ruttan’s Blog:

You are The Hierophant

Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.

All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.

The Hierophant’s purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant’s only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.

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Hmmm – I used to teach, so it is interesting that education comes up. I like the phrase ‘bring the spiritual down to Earth.’ Not sure why but it seems to suit. Stubborn and hidebound. Um, yeah, probably. Wise and soothing, I can only hope, and yes, I’ve seen signs of ‘unbending traditionalist’ though I try hard not to be – you’ll see why in a minute. And I love the pictures – considering I’m currently writing about a shapeshifting dragon.

I’ve been writing furiously on this latest futuristic paranormal erotica story. It’s really coming together well, and I’m quite pleased. I’m at 11,000 words currently – and that’s since May 14th when I wrote 4,000 words. Usually I try to average 2,000 words, and yesterday I got up to 1500 words when I just HAD to break off because the kitchen cupboards were in a desperate state. So I dashed out for groceries, taking my youngest son with me, figuring I’d dive right back in when I got back.

File under Coincidences I can do without …
Well, you know that old adage about the best laid plans? I didn’t get any more writing done. Why? I ran into my parents. It’s the first time I’d seen them since May 11, 2000. In a very bizarre coincidence, I just happened to be shopping in the exact same aisle at the exact same store at the exact same time as my mother. She walked by, and I did a double take and had to make a quick decision as to whether to approach her or not. I’m not going to get into why it’s been so long – it’s a long and very convoluted story. But I decided to be adult and not run away, to at least say hi, and leave it to her whether she’d acknowledge me or not. I had my doubts, and it was a tough decision to make.

She did. Like me, she did a double take and there was a moment of awkwardness, but she said hi back and then hugged me and said that everything was her fault and she was so sorry for what had happened. That was nice to hear.

And then my father appeared at the end of the aisle – he took one look at me and turned on his heel. Well, that was no surprise. That’s exactly how he reacted the last time I saw him too – in fact my mother’s uncle, who was with us as we were walking down the streets of London, couldn’t help but laugh at his behaviour. And that urge struck me yesterday because, quite frankly, I realize that I was glad I’d approached Mum, otherwise I would have been as silly as he behaved that afternoon.

Mum and I talked, I was nearly in tears and found it hard to talk, and since she’s nearly deaf, I’m not sure how much she understood of what I was saying, but I made her promise to stay in the store until I got my youngest son for her to meet. I went to fetch Curly and brought him to her where she went speechless. The last time she’d seen him he was a little 9 year old boy. Now he’s taller than everyone in the family, with a scruffy beard, and a deep voice. He’s a man, no boy. And she’s missed all those years that she’ll never get back.

I helped her out to the car with her groceries, and the whole time I saw Dad hanging around at the far end of the aisles, peeking around corners and ducking out of sight if he saw me look in his direction, then lurking around the largest SUV’s and trucks in the parking lot as if I wouldn’t see him. Finally, as she closed the trunk, he dashed over, unlocked the car and got in, closing the door behind him, totally ignoring not only me, but his grandson.

Curly was wonderful – he knew I was upset, and though he was meeting … well, basically someone he didn’t really know, he refused to leave me, stayed by my side the whole time and then made sure I was okay to drive home. He’s a great kid.

Mum ended our conversation with ‘Well, I guess I should phone you.’ Considering it’s not long distance, and our phone number hasn’t changed in 21 years, that option has always been there, she just hasn’t exercised it. But the choice is hers. It’s obvious I’m still not welcome there, and if I phoned there and Dad picked up, he’d probably hang up on me as he has in the past.

I half-expected a phone call this morning, while the other part of me knew she wouldn’t call because Dad was there and she’d never do anything he didn’t want her to do. She’s from that generation where the man lays down the law for the ‘little woman’ and heaven forbid that she’d go against him. The phone never rang.

But you know what? As emotional as it was yesterday, I’m at peace with it all. I didn’t walk by – I made the effort and reached out. If I never see them again, I know at least I tried.

Checking In
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5 thoughts on “Checking In

  • May 17, 2007 at 4:26 pm

    I cried when I read this. I have an Uncle who behaves like this to me and my mother. I won’t go into the reasons why, but he’s as selfish and childish as your father. I haven;t seen my little cousin for over 8 years. She’s 19 now. I miss her more than anything. We were so close.

    I hope one day she’ll reach out, but I doubt that.

  • May 19, 2007 at 8:29 pm

    Oh Leah, how sad! I couldn’t/can’t imagine life without my mom in it. And I’m especially sorry that your folks are missing out on your children. NOTHING is worth that. They’ll NEVER get those years back. And your Dad is supposed to be the grownup? Hmmmm

  • May 19, 2007 at 8:43 pm

    Thanks, Amy and Wylie. I had hoped that her meeting her grandson might make her bend a bit and follow up on her promise to call. But the phone hasn’t rung. My sister has been trying to bring us together – says Mum misses me – has given Mum two of my email addies, thinking it might be easier for her to email rather than phone, but even then, there’s been nothing. So I guess nothing has changed. I’m … sorta … okay with that – I mean I didn’t expect her to phone. When everything happened back in 2000 it was like they’d both died and I went through almost a period of mourning. Seeing them again, having a kernel of hope, and then realizing nothing would change was a little like losing them again. Which is just sad.

  • May 20, 2007 at 6:22 pm

    I’m responding to your comment over at my place, just in case you don’t get back over to see my response…

    “Crawl in a hole and whimper”, is exactly how I FELT when I read your 5 pages!!! Isn’t it funny how hard we are on ourselves?
    And just between you, me and the 87 other people who read this, yours was the best at the table, garnered the most discussion in terms of saleable possibilities and YOU ROCK!!!!

  • May 21, 2007 at 10:26 am

    HUGS Leah! And good for you for putting yourself out there like that. Life is too short to let moments like that pass. You’re dad will regret it someday.

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