So my mom and I have an odd relationship. We live 2,000 or so miles apart and seem to have a better relationship now that we're so far apart. We call each other fairly often on the phone.
Last month, I got a pretty sweet Christmas-y Pottery Barn catalog with gorgeous ornaments in it. I called my mom and asked her if she got her catalog yet and we gushed for quite awhile about how gorgeous the ornaments were. But get this, my mom is a 2nd generation JW! Not only that, even though she's a woman, she has a pretty high administrative position in the RBC (quick builds, she attends special meetings and works on a laptop in one of the trailers at builds, and also loves to brag about it.) At the end of the conversation, she sobered up and said to me, "You're not going to decorate a tree are you?" I was taken aback since I WAS in fact going to decorate my first tree ever and was going to go shopping for it that week! I couldn't bring myself to tell her so I simply asked her, "Why would you ask me something like that?" because she had been appalled at the fact my father called me an apostate when I told him I was "spiritually digging" and later, when I told him I believe the Holy Spirit is a person, not a magical force. She dropped it after that.
Today we were talking about music, Josh Groban in particular, because she likes his music. I asked if she had heard "O Holy Night" by him, since that's her secret guilty pleasure, she's always loved that song and even sang it when it came on the radio. (She was born-in, like me.) She got all quiet. I said, isn't it a beautiful song, and there's nothing scripturally wrong with it. She said, I know it's beautiful, that's why I can't listen to it anymore. I was like, what? She refused to talk about it and went on to "You Raise Me Up" which is rather religious-sounding to me. The other day I had emailed her the Chipmunks song where one of them says "Me, I want a hula hoop" as part of some Christmas song they do that always made my mom and I giggle as JWs and even sing it in the car. She emailed me back and said, Oh how cute or something. But today she won't even discuss O Holy Night, which she used to say was such a lovely song!
Do any of you have parents or relatives or whatever who are hypocritical like this? We always had a turkey on Thanksgiving, we just didn't call it that. We always had all the trimmings. We had costume parties instead of Halloween. On our birthdays my mom would tell my sister and I about the day we were born. But if I discuss something, after awhile she gets all bent out of shape and tries to deny that she likes this or that which JWs can't do. It's sickening.
Oh, and I'm not worried about being DF'd (I refuse to meet with any elders if they try to contact me) or about being labelled an apostate, since I already have been by my dad and sister, in case anyone thinks I'm treading on thin ice. =P