My friend Emily McKay has been telling me I’d enjoy The Lizzie Bennet Diaries on Youtube. Yesterday, I watched the first chapter. Yes, it was charming as Emily stated–often. If you remember Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, you recall that Mrs. Bennet is constantly attempting to get her daughters married. This is the theme of at least the first post.
It reminded me of my mother who actually wasn’t very pushy about her elderly (twenty-three years old) daughter being single with no prospects in sight. Then, one afternoon, her concern and worry bubbled over.
First let me tell you that my mother loved to play the piano. She had an upright in the living room and would sit down usually daily and play for an hour or more. She preferred show tunes and songs popular in the fifties. In a bookcase, she had a tall stack of sheet music. I loved to go through that music and sing the songs.
One afternoon during spring break from grad school, I picked up the Disney song Someday My Prince Will Come and was having the best time belting it out when my mother knelt next to me, put her arm around me, and said, “There, there. Someday he will come.”
I was stunned. I didn’t answer because I truly couldn’t talk. She stood and went into another room. I put the music away and carried on. She was right. I did meet my prince. I just hadn’t realized she’d been so concerned.
Do you have any stories about worried parents with single children over a marriageable age? I’d love to hear them.