My in-laws are in town, and my MIL's brother happens to live here. When I first met him, he was a loud, boorish sort of guy in his late 40s. I can't say I thought much of him.
Boy, has he changed in the last six months! He's fighting depression, but he has become softspoken and thoughtful, and the genteel side that was only flashes before is now a major facet of any dealings with him. I can actually stand this guy, and I think he has a good chance of climbing out of his depression by the time the '08 holidays roll around. :)
My intuition says that while I can generally trust him, he's feeling me out for something I don't yet understand. I feel bad for it, but I'm a little on guard.
We all went to the park this afternoon. Little one loved it even more than she usually does, because there were at least six other kids there between the ages of 18 months and five years. She happily clambered over the bright equipment with MIL or FIL keeping a careful eye on her, while I sat on the wood chip ground material with "Ron" (MIL's brother - not his real name) and linebacker baby.
Ron talked and talked, and I was surprised at the coherence and self-awareness of most of his thinking. He wasn't like that before, and I'm not sure what changed. I offered my thoughts when asked, but mostly just listened to this guy spill his guts. People do that with me, and I don't mind.
Linebacker baby was even pretty tolerant - he let Ron hold him a few times, and little one likes this new, gentle version of him quite a lot, so Ron was presented with several wood chips and hugs throughout our time there.
When she took his hand and led him to the equipment, it was clear as day how much good being around my kids was doing for him. He smiled and laughed and conversed, and it didn't have that fakey too-bright sheen that a lot of people's happy masks have. He was really happy, if only for a few hours.
We stopped at a restaurant not far from my apartment on the way home, and little one scarfed down spaghetti like it was the last meal on the last day ever. I love the way her cute little sauce-splattered face looks when she grins.
At some point, the conversation turned to me and there was a lot of discussion about my relative awesomeness, much to my extreme embarrassment. "You're quite a woman" (Ron) and mom-related compliments (MIL) started flying, and I wanted to hide. I don't handle that sort of thing very well, and I happen to think it shows rather overinflated opinions of who I am.
Linebacker baby saved me by thoughtfully swiping at my straw, knocking my almost full glass over. Most of the contents splashed my lap, and an entire leg of my jeans quickly got wet and cold. At least we had other things to talk about then! :-p
My calzone was good, and dessert was better - and I'm not watching it today. Tomorrow is the family gathering with my gps and brother (and in-laws, and maybe my dad). It's also a good friend's birthday.
It's looking like a very good weekend. :)



