How we form and what we do with our assumptions has been on my mind lately. This story illustrates one of the most interesting (and wrong!) assumptions I’ve ever made.
Soon after I moved up here six years ago Drew’s parents invited us over for dinner at the house they had lived in for nearly 25 years. Their kids had grown up there and it was the only home Drew’s youngest sister has ever know. Before we ate Drew took me on a tour of the place.
The most interesting part of Drew’s tour was the room that had once been his bedroom. I couldn’t help but to notice that there was a name on one of the walls there that didn’t seem to belong to anyone in the house:
No one mentioned it and our tour continued. I wondered if there had once been a fifth sibling in his family. As a child and young adult I’d known too many families who had lost a child and every one responded to it differently. Some talked about their deceased family member(s) openly and with anyone who would listen, others I knew for years before hearing a word about that part of their history.
Later, in the privacy of our own home, I asked Drew about Jeremy. It was ok if he didn’t want to talk about it but I thought it was better to know about a potentially painful topic than guess whether something bad had happened or if it was something the family was comfortable discussing with an outsider.
Drew laughed and told me that the room had been decorated like that when they first moved in. It had nothing to do with their family.
I couldn’t decide whether to be relieved that Drew hadn’t lost a sibling after all or amused that over the past two and a half decades no one had decided to take those wall decals down.
- Not everything in life has a complicated explanation.
- Sometimes the truth is more mundane than fiction.
- Redecorating isn’t as common as I had originally assumed.
What assumptions have you made recently?