A leather bag for my father – to reconnect with my brother
After Mother’s Day, then it’s the fathers’ turn. It’s a cycle, it comes round every year. But… what am I going to get for my father? A leather bag?
I’d like to avoid having to ask my brother and sister. It was just too painful last year. My sister wanted a playful gift; my brother wanted to go for something useful. And there I was, caught in the middle: it was my turn to buy.
We blogged, looked for ideas. 1000 WhatsApps and screenshots later: no consensus. Result: big fail – no gift. A Father’s day with nothing. Well, only lunch all together. But “being together is the main thing ”, said my father. Cool, my father: he knows how to let us off the hook. My brother, however, isn’t cool: he was so mad at me, he almost disowned me: unbearable for his relationship with his father. Even our friendship on Facebook was out: he was really gunning for me.
So, are we going to make up for it this year? Tonight I’m hoping to patch things up: my clever sister has managed to organise a “movie and meal” evening for the 3 of us. I haven’t seen my brother for almost a year. The evening is carefully thought out: first the film to get us used to being together again without having to speak much; a good timeout, just to cool us down. And like that we’re all relaxed when we get to the restaurant, we’ve already gone a good way towards reconnecting. Tonight we’re moving slowly, patching things up, playing things down. We’re taking the excuse of Father’s Day to mix James Bond with a Caesar salad, but most of all to start talking again: quite an epic feat.
So then I go for it: this year, we’ll get our father a leather bag! And I’ll be fully on it this time, I promise! I show them a TER bag: look, full of docs, this bag is sure to impress them at the office. Stuffed with sports clothes, my father can lean against it during his burger break on the grass in Central Park or elsewhere, for that matter (because yes, indeed, my father dreams of living in New York); or even use it as a cushion for his nap. And besides, it flatters my brother: he’s always liked leather… without actually admitting it. My sister is amenable and jubilant: she whips out her smartphone to snap the moment, to make both of us understand that a hug can be captured. Together at 3 we’re stronger: match point!