We have gone from screaming fights in the early 1990s about my dating white boys to Kevin and Ryan (Sharmi's boyfriend) coming for Thanksgiving. My mother was saying just yesterday on the phone that Ryan was such a nice boy, from a good family that raised him right -- evidenced by the fact that he regularly makes time to go visit his grandmother, among other things -- and that she wished her daughters would learn from him. Since I am all for visiting grandmothers as a general principle of being a good person, I was quite heartened to hear this from her.
When I stop and think about it, I'm really stunned by how far to the left my parents have moved in the last ten years -- maybe not in terms of what they would prefer for themselves or their daughters, but in terms of what they're willing to tolerate. Tolerance is all I'm asking for, right now. And if they make it to acceptance in the next decade, or, gods-willing, agreement, then I will be incredibly happy.
We've come so far, just in the period when I've been an adult. It's hard not to be impatient, to desperately want change to happen faster. But -- deep breaths. I have to believe that given enough time, it will happen.