Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The reluctant matriarch



It was a sad day when I have become the matriarch of the family.  The day my mother died and the baton was handed down to me.  Me!  How can I be the matriarch?   I’m the one who was always afraid of the dark.  I don’t know how to make bread from scratch so don’t call me for recipes.  I can’t tell you the names of all our long lost relatives.  I am not the history keeper.  I can't name plants or flowers and haven't got a clue how to grow a garden.  I don’t know any funny stories about days gone by.   I never said I wanted to be the matriarch that was my mother’s job.  I didn’t sign-up for this job I inherited it.  It actually makes me a little nervous.  I’m not sure I can live up to the expectations of those younger than myself.  But wait, what am I worried about…there is no one to ask me questions about the “olden days”.  I am not even a grandmother.  Now I’m just plain sad!

4 comments:

paisely brook said...

whatever, you are the funniest person that i know.

you are right, you are the baby sister and you would think that someone else would step up to help you.

I love you.

oklhdan said...

I love you too TJ....honey your dad does help me. He's just getting older and has had his hands full with his other kids. But he always comes through when I need him to take Mike to an appointment and he has lunch with Mike every Friday (which Mike loves). Be happy sweet girl........I think you married a keeper!

Olga Hebert said...

Since you have only two brothers, the role of matriarch was destined to fall to you.n Somehow I am sure you rise to the challenge.

marciamayo said...

I guess very few women want that job. Unless the family mansion comes with it.