Your family members are your harshest critics. Am I right? Case in point--I introduced my girlfriend Marcy to my sister Tiffany on Thanksgiving. Tiffany, typically warm, funny, and inviting, was colder than the ice cream served with the pumpkin pie. And, naturally, poor Marcy overcompensated. She tried her best to engage Tiffany in conversation, and when Tiffany gave her clipped answers, Marcy babbled to fill the silence. Finally, my mother--who adores Marcy...well, now, anyway--put her finger to her lips and told Marcy, "Just eat your dinner, darling."
After dinner, I noticed Marcy was missing. I found her in Mother's bedroom where Clover, the little brown bunny Mother adopted, has been corralled during two-year-old Jackson's visit. Marcy was sitting on Mother's vanity chair with the bunny snuggled under her chin.
I stooped down in front of Marcy. "Tiffany will come around."
She nodded. "Sure. I know."
Marcy isn't convinced of that yet, but I am. I know my sister. And I know she's only being guarded around Marcy until she gets to know her better. Tiffany and my ex were practically best friends, and now Tiffany is really protective of my feelings. And maybe of hers too. She wants to make sure neither of us is hurt again.
Tiffany's husband and son liked Marcy from the moment they met her. Jackson especially. Now, if only Tiffany will give her a fair shake, I know she'll like her too. Maybe I can talk with her before the family goes back to Seattle.
What about you? Do you feel like you're facing your harshest critics when you go back home for the holidays?