When a mother learns her son is engaged many things float through her mind. I'd be amiss if I were to say I have never had such thoughts and never dream of doing so.
My oldest son, Zex, announced to me earlier this month he was engaged. After the world stopped spinning from the shock to my system I began the process of adjusting to the idea I was going to be a mother-in-law. Being a mother-in-law means maybe one day being a gran. The notion of becoming Gran Pippi is not quite as daunting as taking on the role of mother-in-law, especially when one has a soft spot for wee ones.
My concern, my ONLY concern, is how my future daughter-in-law (whom shall be called from this day forward, Ziggy) will fit in with this bunch of misfits.
On the surface, Ziggy appears to be the real deal. She has a quiet, polite demeanour. She has completed her degree (in English-thank goodness because we all know I need a great editor). She is a lover of all things Stephen King and knows a thing or two about Disney. So see, she has the potential there, but can she manage to pull it together to become "one" with our little group? Hmm.
Last night while Ziggy was visiting, Zex decided to show her his favorite toy to torment the felines of our family with: a green laser pointer. I think the play session lasted about 15 minutes before both human and beast had had enough. At this point Zex announced he and Ziggy were going to "make a run for the border" and would be back shortly. Fair enough, I thought, I can take this time to do a quick tidy up of the house.
As I was finishing up changing the sheets on my bed I heard the house door open. Pooper and Poopster further confirmed the young couple had returned by barking excitedly. I came out of my bedroom and started toward the kitchen when Zex grabbed me. "Hey Mom, come here. I wanna tell you a story." My son, Zex, who hates all of my stories I tell (probably doesn't help that he is relentlessly teased at work about his mother being "crazy") is going to relay a story of his own! Yay!!
I followed him to his room where he opened the door and motioned for Ziggy to come to him. "So Mum, I decided to show Ziggy how far the laser beam could shine. I took her out to the end of the driveway, faced her toward Route 23 and the mountains beyond the road. Then I stood behind her and pointed the light across over to the mountain at the mouth of the holler. Ziggy was impressed and wanted to play with the laser. So, I handed it over to her."
Zex, who was really into the story telling now because he couldn't stand still from the excitement that was building within him as grew closer to what was surely going to the be the highlight of his tale.
"So, I'm still standing behind her. Ziggy looks around and declares she is gonna 'spot-light' a specific tree in the same general area. Ziggy pointed the laser, turned it on, and began to wiggle her hand back and forth as if she was drawing squiggly lines." By this time, Ziggy's face has taken on a shade of slight pinkish-red but Zex was determined.
"The only problem with her playing with the laser was that the laser, somehow, had gotten turned around. So, instead of 'spot-lighting' the tree, she blinded me." Zex busted out in full fits of giggles while raving on and on about how long he couldn't see and poor Ziggy's inept ability to play responsibly with a laser pointer.
Me, I just smiled. Two of my prayers were answered. Zex is going to be a story teller after all and Ziggy is gonna fit in just fine.
Welcome Empress Ziggy!!
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