Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

the wedding

dearest firstborn,

I know you could have written all this yourself and done a better (and more thorough) job of it, but I thought I'd give it a shot exploring just how much kids imprint on their parents (or vice versa) (or not at all).

Besides, anthropologists should at least attempt a little cross-generational contemplation. Though, to be sure, we're so busy tracking other people's business (hm, just like the shrinks), it's a rare moment when we look back and contemplate our own.


So, off the top and in no particular order, here goes:

ours: jeans

yours: tuxedos


ours: um, I think we smoked them

yours: flowers, bouquets, flower arrangements, flower girl. you know: beautiful flowers (that aren't green)


ours: huh, what?

yours: pedi, mani, and makeup


ours: mini, black with glow in the dark patterns

yours: long, white and flowingly gorgeous


ours: hair

yours: styled


ours: sneaking into Temescal after hours, with illegal campfire and guitars

yours: the whole megilla, in a hall, with band and guitars


ours: Berkeley campus Hillel

yours: Lawrence restored historical treasure


ours: the Economy Cafe in Chinatown, with paper tablecloth and plastic chopsticks

yours: tasteful, with china


ours: with Morrie and Carol sleeping on our studio floor

yours: Upper East Side hotspot


ours: with Morrie and Carol, sleeping on the floor

yours: Hawaii, not camping out


ours: picked the rabbi 'cause he'd marched in Selma

yours: rabbi comes with restored synagogue


ours: tea ... ...

yours: surely champagne and all the good stuff


ours: from the only shop on Telegraph Avenue

yours: designer and designed


ours: two of every drug known to man, and a can of Spam from Denis (so we wouldn't forget the working class)

yours: all the necessities for starting out


ours: spur of the moment, so I could get a visa

yours: well planned, with a full year to do it right


ours: did the job

yours: a job well done


Mazel tov, my dearest first born, to you and your beautiful bride too.


Circle one:

a) bad parental units
b) good parental units
c) each generation a product of their times
d) massive generation gap
e) a parental job well done


love,
mum