Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Friday, February 29, 2008

Hold On



"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."
-Havelock Ellis

There is something enigmatic about mothers and the art of letting go: the two are interwoven enduringly beyond human capacity to understand.
I asked mine to give me away at my wedding- it was a last minute decision as I had not anticipated the necessity of the role- and she honoured my request by walking arm in arm with me toward my soon-to-be Spouse.
Mater was enrobed in pink, with a lacy cardigan and she looked exquisite.
I looked rather like a mermaid, in a shimmering sea of purple, blue and pink. I had around my shoulders a purple shawl, and I was wearing a most lovely new watch, a delicate and thoughtful wedding present from our friends.
We proceeded to the front and our priest announced that Mater should now step back and give me away to the groom.
Mater stepped back all right but she did not get particularly far.
Her lacy cardigan and my shining watch- both artfully conspired to hold us together for one more moment. It was a mighty long moment, though, as we bent heads and disentangled the threads from the silver. There were murmurs from the assembled friends and family. We picked away until, finally, we were separated.
Our priest quipped brightly, "you didn't want to let her go, did you?"
Take what may be had from the tale; but assuredly there is something to be said about mothers and letting go.

4 comments:

Beth said...

what a beautiful image. Your mother always seems so dear in your writing--I like that.

TheElementary said...

My mother thinks I'm too hard on her sometimes :) She says a lot of unintended funny things and those are the most interesting to me. But yes, she is dear too!

Beth said...

I have a daughter who is a a very good writer and I am one of her favorite subjects. It kind of frightens me, so I understand your mother's feelings, but it is also a great compliment.

TheElementary said...

You made a good point. I do indeed mean it as a compliment to her- hopefully my mother will see that you also think so, and be glad!

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