When the holiday season approached again, Carter called to ask whether we could talk about Christmas plans.<\/p>\n
This time, I didn't make any arrangements before we spoke.<\/p>\n
I didn't search for a chalet.<\/p>\n
I didn't reserve a restaurant.<\/p>\n
I didn't calculate the cost of ski passes.<\/p>\n
I waited until we had agreed to discuss what everyone wanted.<\/p>\n
We arranged a time for a family conversation.<\/p>\n
Cordelia joined us by telephone from Hamilton, while Carter and Yvette came to my house.<\/p>\n
I made tea and put biscuits on the table.<\/p>\n
We sat around the same kitchen table where Carter and I had once reviewed his mortgage figures.<\/p>\n
The table had not changed much.<\/p>\n
There were a few more scratches, and one of the chairs had begun to wobble.<\/p>\n
But it remained a place where we could sit together and talk.<\/p>\n
I wanted to keep it that way.<\/p>\n
Carter began by asking what sort of Christmas I had imagined.<\/p>\n
I told him I would enjoy spending time together, but I didn't have a particular property or activity in mind.<\/p>\n
Cordelia said she wanted a relaxed holiday without too much driving.<\/p>\n
James was happy to cook, but he didn't want anyone to feel obligated to ski.<\/p>\n
The children were interested in seeing snow and spending time together.<\/p>\n
Yvette listened.<\/p>\n
Then she said she thought the family should decide on a budget before looking at accommodation.<\/p>\n
I agreed.<\/p>\n
We discussed what each household could reasonably contribute.<\/p>\n
There were no dramatic announcements.<\/p>\n
Nobody tried to impress anyone.<\/p>\n
We simply talked about what was practical.<\/p>\n
At one point, Carter looked at me.<\/p>\n
"I don't want you to feel that you have to pay for everything again."<\/p>\n
I appreciated that he said it.<\/p>\n
"Then don't make that assumption," I replied.<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
Yvette looked down at her notebook.<\/p>\n
"I think we all need to be clearer about what we're offering and what we're expecting."<\/p>\n
"Yes," I said. "That would help."<\/p>\n
The conversation lasted less than an hour.<\/p>\n
By the time it ended, we had not chosen a chalet or booked a restaurant.<\/p>\n
But we had agreed to make decisions together.<\/p>\n
That was enough for one afternoon.<\/p>\n
After Carter and Yvette left, I sat at the table and looked at the notes we had made.<\/p>\n
The list was ordinary.<\/p>\n
Possible dates.<\/p>\n
Travel arrangements.<\/p>\n
A budget.<\/p>\n
Things that could have been discussed before the previous Christmas, if I had not been so determined to keep every detail a surprise.<\/p>\n
I folded the paper and placed it in my desk drawer.<\/p>\n
Then I went outside to check the garden.<\/p>\n
The air was cool, and the leaves had begun to fall.<\/p>\n
I walked slowly along the path, thinking about how much easier the conversation had been than I expected.<\/p>\n
I had been afraid that speaking openly would destroy the peace between us.<\/p>\n
Instead, it had given us a chance to build something more honest.<\/p>\n
That didn't mean we would never disagree again.<\/p>\n
Families disagreed.<\/p>\n
People misunderstood one another.<\/p>\n
Plans changed.<\/p>\n
What mattered was whether we could talk about those things without making one person responsible for keeping everyone else comfortable.<\/p>\n
I hoped we could.<\/p>\n
A few days later, Yvette called.<\/p>\n
She asked whether I had kept the notes from our meeting because she wanted to check one of the dates.<\/p>\n
I found the paper in the drawer and read the information to her.<\/p>\n
Before ending the call, she thanked me for hosting the discussion.<\/p>\n
"I think it helped," she said.<\/p>\n
"I think so, too."<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she added, "I know I didn't make it easy last year."<\/p>\n
I stood quietly beside the desk.<\/p>\n
"No, you didn't."<\/p>\n
She gave a small, uncomfortable laugh.<\/p>\n
"I suppose I deserved that answer."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just don't want us to pretend things were different from how they happened."<\/p>\n
"I understand."<\/p>\n
We spoke for another minute before saying goodbye.<\/p>\n
I placed the notes back in the drawer.<\/p>\n
I didn't feel the need to call Cordelia and report every word.<\/p>\n
I didn't need to turn the conversation into evidence that Yvette had changed or that she hadn't.<\/p>\n
It was one conversation.<\/p>\n
I would let it be one conversation.<\/p>\n
The following Sunday, Cordelia called to ask whether I was excited about the upcoming holiday.<\/p>\n
I told her I was looking forward to it.<\/p>\n
"Are you worried about what might happen?"<\/p>\n
I thought carefully before answering.<\/p>\n
"A little. But I'm not worried about whether everyone will be pleased with me."<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
"That's progress."<\/p>\n
"I think it is."<\/p>\n
After we hung up, I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
Maisie's drawing was still there, though the paper had begun to curl slightly at the corners.<\/p>\n
I pressed it flat with my hand.<\/p>\n
I thought about the little figure standing on the roof, looking out over the mountains.<\/p>\n
I had once believed that I needed to see everything coming so I could prevent anyone from being disappointed.<\/p>\n
Now I understood that I could not control every outcome.<\/p>\n
I could make thoughtful plans.<\/p>\n
I could listen.<\/p>\n
I could contribute what I wished to contribute.<\/p>\n
And I could trust other adults to take responsibility for their own choices.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
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