A while back my mom asked if Wendy's mom had an email address and if so, could she have it. I said sure, then promptly forgot to send it to her.
The last time Wendy's folks were in town, I remembered my mother's request. I told Wendy's mom about it and asked if she'd mind if I share her address with my mother. She said of course not. In fact, she had been thinking of making the same request herself.
But of course, I again forgot to initiate that address exchange. I'm easily distracted.
Quasi in-laws communicating with each other isn't unusual, is it? Their photos occupy neighboring spots on our mantel after all. It seems natural for our families to get to know each other. They all recognize our relationship as it is, a lifelong commitment.
I rather like the idea. Perhaps they can be supportive of each other. They do have the commonality of a lesbian daughter, which is not the easiest thing for women of their generation. It is not unlikely they will meet in person someday. And what of our fathers? I try to imagine all six of our parents in the same room and my mind just boggles.
Out of the blue last week, Wendy did it herself. She sent her mother's address to my mother. My mother called me yesterday, all excited because not only had she written to Wendy's mom, she had received a thoughtful reply the following day.
But now Wendy and I are both dying of curiosity wondering what our mothers have shared with each other.
How about you other coupled folks out there? Do your parents know each other? Have they met? If not, would you want them to meet? Do they correspond? Do they get along? Do they talk about you behind your back?
What kind of spark has been ignited by this first seemingly innocent email exchange? Only the shadow knows.