Why did she give it to me? I felt scorched by the crochet lace.
Arianna watched as her daughters expression changed from apprehension, to anger, to betrayal.
“Mia I am not judging you.”
Choking down threathening tears “then why have you given this to me, you know that David and I already live together.”
“It’s a gift of love Mia, a welcome blanket to another phase of your life as a wife.”
“But I am no longer ….”
“I know. I wish you had kept the tradition, but what good is it if you don’t feel or understand the love that shaped it.”
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
I’m not understanding what it is that has been given. Perhaps I’ll come back later to see what others have taken from the story.
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I’m sorry for the confusion.
Made some changes, hope it reads better now.
The lace is being passed down.
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Ah I see it now. Nicely done.
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Thanks Sandra.
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I’m not sure I understand what Arianna was giving to Mia, But I don’t think it matters because the atmosphere is clear, and the symbolic shift from girlhood to womanhood, and the disagreement between mother and daugher about when that rite of passage happens. Old worlds pass away. We have to make sure that the new worlds we make are better
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Indeed, the new should be an improvement if it isn’t perhaps leave things as they are.
Thanks Neil.
Made some changes to it now, Hoping it reads better now.
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To me this is about traditions vs a modern way of living… and sometimes you just have to pretend for the sake of keeping face…
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Indeed, sometimes you have to pretend.
Thanks Bjorn.
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Like both the idea of continuing tradition and of the young forging their own way. It’s great if both can be achieved. It sounds as if it might just work out like that here. A nicely symbolic shift from old to new. Great twist on the prompt
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Thanks Lynn.
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You illustrate so well how each generation see’s their path through life in different ways..
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Thanks Mike.
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A meeting of worlds and the effort needed by both to understand each other and find some level of reconciliation between the two – nicely captured, not all families survive change. I suspect this one will.
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I hope so too.
Thank you!
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I’m glad that mum is understanding enough to explain the gift. Traditions can be adapted, that keeps them alive. Lovely story.
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Thank you!
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Dear Chioma,
Things do change from generation to generation. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle!
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As the daughter grows older perhaps she will understand and appreciate what her mother was trying to give.
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I hope so too!
Then perhaps she can restart the tradition. Mum just wanted her to understand that love is the foundation of the tradition.
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It is hard to give meaningful gifts when they mean something else to the other person, and I think even harder to receive them. Lovely and sad portrayal of that gap between parent and child.
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Thanks Joy!
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Thanks Joy.
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A very uncomfortable exchange for both parties.
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Your story brings up an interesting point – some families thrive on tradition, others are split by it. Well done.
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The latter is a sad but all too common reality these days.
Thanks Alicia.
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we hardly understand the traditions passed down the generations. thanks for stopping by on my blog
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Anytime!
Thank you!
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I’m glad the mother’s not judging her and has even passed on the traditional lace, even though it appears they’ve been living together before marriage, which could cause quite a rift in very traditional families I guess.
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Yes it would.
A difficult place for families to navigate.
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I think that this goes to show traditions can and should be upheld even if they have to be updated or modified to keep relevance in a changing modern world.
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Thanks Mick!
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It’s a shame traditions do disappear and that always creates tensions. Well illustrated.
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Thanks Patrick.
It takes a lot of adjustment.
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A little typo my friend…threating should be threatening.
Your story shows the bridge of acceptance from mother to daughter. That’s a beautiful thing.
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Thanks Dawn.
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It’s a sad thing when that bridge is lost, takes a lot of understanding from both sides to keep it stable.
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It is hard for parents – and others – to accept that rites of passage change. My parents wouldn’t let me marry in white becasue I was pregnant – my daughters lived with their men before marriage – perhaps my granddaughters will now marry at all?
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Wow, a lot of changes in just three generations. That is one thing life promises, constant change …
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Thanks Liz.
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Thank you very much!!
Sorry I have to approve your cpmments when you write for the first time.
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