By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach—Winston Churchill
(Thanks to Julie D. at Happy Catholic for the quote)
I love my extended family and having them healthy enough to visit is a blessing. Because of our military life we have never lived within a day’s drive of our loved ones. So family gatherings are an extraordinary event. However, having too many matriarchs under one roof can lead to friction.
I know words that set my teeth on edge will be said. I know that when we all gather to prepare meals, whoever fixes the mashed potatoes will do it differently than I do it. Even though I have been keeping my own house for over twenty-five years there will be recommendations that I change my methods. And then the dreaded discussions of weight! I want to scream when one particular relative insists on analyzing everyone’s fanny size compared to the last time she saw them.
There is no point in countering their words with more words. The truth is I love my family and they love me. That love will survive in spite of mashed potatoes, housekeeping styles, and fanny sizes. Words over silly annoyances only obscure that love. Two weeks from now if I find I have permanent teeth marks in my tongue, the family visit will have been a success. The only words that are absolutely necessary are, “I love you”.