Maeve: I just thought I’d be dealing with these kinds of conversations when she’s 15, not when she’s 7.
Trader: By the time she’s fifteen she’ll be telling you that you’re a dork and she’s embarassed by you and she wants you to leave her alone.
M: Hmm … did you ever tell that to your parents?
T: Sure.
[pause]
M: Really?
T: Yeah. When we had fights. Didn’t you?
[pause]
M: No. I was too afraid they’d kick me out of the house. I’d never dare say anything like that to them.
T: Really? They threatened to kick you out of the house?
M: Sure. I grew up hearing that they were going to get rid of me as soon as I turned sixteen.
[Long digression while Trader told me about every kid he knew in highschool who’d been kicked out on their sixteenth birthday, and why he thought that was appalling, and about a cop he interviewed once who said he’d beat his son if he ever tried drugs. He does that–long tangential digressions, I mean, while an original idea follows every related neuron until he runs out of things to say.]
M: Why are we talking about this?
T: Oh. Umm. I … don’t know.
M: [sigh]
[pause]
M: So really … you were allowed to talk like that to your parents?
T: Yeah. Well, no, I wasn’t, but I did. You know how it is.
M: No. I don’t. I would never have dared to do that. I was too scared.
T: Really? Even now, as an adult? Would you talk to them that?
M: No.
[Thinking: Despite all the craziness and criticism from your parents and the moving-around and immigrating, right now I am so envious that you could be angry at your parents and tell them so and not worry about not having a roof to sleep under that night.]
I don’t know why it never registered before that some people actually do say those things out loud to their parents without catastrophic consequences, but it never did. I always figured that people said that to their friends, I guess, but never to their parents’ faces. Another thing I always thought was normal flipped upside down. The walking on eggshells–the constant fear of being thrown away.
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M: So you know how when we watched Only the Lonely, you said the Mom in that movie was like your mother?
T: Un huh.
M: OK. So the Other Mother in this movie reminds me of my Mom.
[Put on Coraline. Scary scenes ensue. Watch the part where Coraline says “no” and the Other Mother turns into a monster, grabs her daughter by the shoulders, shoves her behind the mirror and tells her she can come out when she’s ready to “be a loving daughter.”]
T: She reminds you of your mother?
M: Yep.
T: That’s harsh. But … I wasn’t there.
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Also: we looked at houses today.