Mothers are like the wind…
Cary Tenis, Salon’s abstractly loquacious advice columnist, offers a reader this helpful advice for dealing with a disapproving, overbearing mother:
Sometimes it is helpful to imagine mothers not as humans but as natural forces, so we see that arguing with them is like arguing with the wind. You have chosen to chart a path directly into this headwind, and you are trying to have a dialogue with it. “Oh, wind,” you ask, “why do you blow so incessantly against me? Why won’t you admit that you’re just the wind and not some omnipotent force? You and I know each other well. I wish you’d just stop with your blowing so we could talk like two regular folks.”
If the wind chose to talk to you, it might tell you, rather incredulously, that what you’re asking is impossible. “I’m the wind, for heaven’s sake,” it might say. “I don’t get down and discuss with the feathers or the leaves where they’d like to go or what their preference is for velocity and direction. I blow things around. That’s all I do. ‘
RTWT.
