Yesterday’s Dear Amy column with the quilting grandma’s letter about her ungrateful son and DIL struck a nerve in so many readers. My post received an increase of 444% hits, and the comments section in the Washington Post’s Lifestyle section received 240 comments. Funny, the comments about the advice given to the quilting grandmother with the ungrateful son trumped the alcoholic boyfriend advice by 240 to 5. I can’t report on the Chicago Tribune’s comment section because they require me to pay to read their paper and I am a bargain hunting news junkie.
I tallied the comments and
wasn’t surprised that most of the readers were in favor of chewing out the son
in providing what Zurn coined a teaching moment. That is the mom thing to do.
What came close behind as advice
to the quilting grandma was to let go of any expectations of what they will do
with the gift, and don’t give anymore. A
lot of comments recommended she take the quilt back and bring it out when the
grandchild came to visit to create a special memory.
And the most popular lament from gift receivers of handmade goods is actually very good advice to those of us who
love giving handmade gifts. Just because we love what we do and what we make
doesn’t mean others will. We need to check our egos at the door when selecting
a gift and give some thought to whether the recipient would need or want
it.
And my favorite comment of
all?
Ye Gods, what was so
hideous about that "meaningful" quilt that mom's own son told her to
stop - just stop - giving them any gifts whatsoever?
It boggles the
imagination. Was it full of sinister clowns? Ducks and guns? Psychotic color
schemes. Made of old women's underpants?
Ah yes, sinister
clowns and psychotic color schemes. I love the word picture of that one. Stay
tuned for news on this blog about an upcoming challenge to design the worst
quilt ever. Meanwhile I’ll get the address for this ungrateful son and his wife
and we can all send them our meaningful work.