RIPPLES

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Once upon a time, there lived a boy with eyes as brown as cocoa powder sprinkled with bright bits of sunset orange.  Everyone in his family had eyes of blue!  But there was an uncle – quick, agile, and playful as a child – whose eyes were the same, handsome brown.

Mother told how, upon first seeing the boy as an infant, Uncle had said, “There is something special about this child.  I believe he will do great things.”  This story had entered family lore and lifted the boy to believe in himself if ever he felt down.

There were problems between Uncle and some of his relatives, including Mother; but the boy was always happy to see him.  At a Thanksgiving Day party in his 13th year of life, he was excited when everyone in Mother’s family – from 3-year-old cousins to Uncle and even dear old Great-Grandpa –enjoyed the rowdiest-ever game of basketball. It was exhilarating.

Uncle might be in trouble with others, but he was alright by the boy.

***

That same evening, during a visit with another family, someone asked about Uncle.  Mother, with judgment and frustration in her voice, sighed and said, “Oh, he’s still the same.”  Then she looked across the room and caught the brief, pained look which clouded her son’s normally-cheerful face.  Later, when they were alone, she asked him what he had been feeling.

Trustingly, he replied, “Mom, I had fun with Uncle today.  It makes me sad when people say bad things about any of my family.”

He loved his uncle, and knew that Mother did, too; yet because Uncle had disappointed her, hardness had shown itself in her voice.  Of course he was confident of his place in his mother’s heart, but what if.. what if on some unimaginable day, he disappointed Mother, too?  How then might she speak of him?

The boy’s mother looked through her son’s cocoa-brown eyes to see her earlier, careless words skipped like stones upon a pond only to sink, heavy and dark, into its depths.  It was done, and the ripples would expand forever; but she could stop them from bruising his tender heart.

***

So it was that the mother put her arm around her son and apologized.  Together, they promised to speak of loved ones and friends with kindness and loyalty, no matter what.  They planned signals with which to silently prompt a return to kindness, should either of them slip.  And that is what they did, so that both – and most of all, the mother – learned, and grew.

POSTLOGUE

“It is sometimes the young who are wise, while the old shrivel, deaf in their condescension.”

The brown-eyed boy came to be a thoughtful and courageous man.  Over the years, he and his siblings developed empathy for their first father, who is gay. They began to publicly share their support for the gay rights movement.

Uncle, approaching 60 years of age, read such a blog post without sensing the depth of pain and honesty from which it was born.  Because he disagreed with his nephew’s belief that “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” rightfully extends to homosexuals, he chastised him, publicly calling his nephew “the darkened testator of the homosexual cause.”

These new stones, heavy with anger, did not skip at all.  They sank deep into the pond, and their ripples may expand forever.

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8 thoughts on “RIPPLES

  1. Curtis Cloward says:

    wow….

  2. Nathan says:

    Amazing, Momma. Loved it. The postlogue hits like a ton of bricks, but, just to be clear, he called Jefferson that name. He just told me I was better off living with apes. 😦

    • Yes, Nade, I know! (Although I’d forgotten he said you’d be better off living with apes. Wow.) I tried to include all the relationships but it detracted from the story. I do realize that you and your brother are not one person!

  3. That was an awesome post! And it had a surprise ending to boot. I once sat in a bar listening to a lesbian complain about the “T” in LGBT being included in her fight for equality…because they were so different than her. I can’t stand that type of ingratitude that can’t extend an understanding hand when they’ve needed one in the past.

    • Dear dads…. (what a great name). I’m glad you liked it! It means alot to me that people liked the “surprise” ending. There were 17 years between the first segment and the postlogue. It is so easy for us as people to be like the lesbian you mention overhearing. Hope to hear from you next time! Take care.

  4. Jefferson says:

    Loved this, Mom 🙂

  5. Terrell says:

    The sad case of reality

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