When something happens for the third time, does that make it a tradition?
I don’t even know now how it happened, but when Peter died two years ago, the house immediately started filling up with people – so many dear and kind friends, so many young people who had spent time as children or teenagers here, Peter’s friends, my friends, the boys’ friends, our friends. They took care of cooking, cleaning, washing, shopping, organizing; they took care of us. By the end of that November, of course, everyone had to return to their own lives, and I started learning to live quietly by myself with (at first) one cat.
When Christmas came only a few weeks later, it seemed, after Paddy brought the second cat, Hester, as a Christmas present for me and Ginevra, the house started filling up with people again. After our traditional Austrian Christmas with Peter’s family on the 24th, starting since then with a visit to the cemetery together, what used to be our somewhat chaotic English-speaking Christmas on the 25th became a gathering of friends – and it felt so good. That first Christmas without Peter turned out to be so enjoyable that everyone came back again last year, and that was so enjoyable too that we did it again this year. Being able to open up my house and turn over my kitchen to any friends who feel like cooking and gathering here feels like such a privilege, an amazing gift for which I am deeply grateful.
Just sitting there on Christmas day, surrounded by lovely people having all kinds of conversations, I thought again about how incredibly fortunate I am, especially to have so many wonderful young women in my life. As I have often said, as an old feminist I initially felt a bit disappointed to find myself the mother of two sons, but I learned fairly quickly that it is actually much better to have sons who get along well with girls. As my sons started bringing girls into my life, I was able to enjoy their company, appreciate their views, delight in all their accomplishments – yet without any of the tensions, conflicts and mutual disappointments that mothers and daughters so often have to deal with. And this happy advantage still continues. Some time ago, one of Christopher’s friends gave me one of the best compliments I have ever received, when she announced that one day she would have to marry Christopher so that she could have me as her mother-in-law. I promised her that she didn’t have to marry him, I would be pleased to be able to keep in her my life in any case. Since then I have been growing a circle of “quasi daughters-in-law” with or without a relationship to one of my sons. All these intelligent, interesting, thinking, creative young women, who have come into my life, inspire and encourage me and give me hope. Of course, not all of the young people I have come to depend on are women: my life also includes thoughtful, caring, generous young men – including my sons.
After Peter died, I would not have imagined that I would end up enjoying Christmas this much. It still amazes me, but it is a new tradition I would like to continue now. I’m not quite sure how it might work next year, since Christopher, Paddy, Agnes and I plan to be in Albuquerque then, but since I will need someone to look after my cats, I’m thinking I’ll probably just leave my key here and let what ever happens happen. Somehow there is something very appealing about the thought of all these lovely people gathering at my house even if I’m not there. It is reassuring to imagine that my house is simply a good place to be.