It was at the Jersey Shore Memorial Day parade where an epiphany occurred to me about family life. It was while watching an exhausted two-year-old navigate the excitement of small town patriotism on Main Street when I had this awakening.
The mother of the young child was visibly annoyed and clearly hurt by her toddler's seemingly defiant desire to be with his dad. For a baby, that's basic instinct.
One can't fault a toddler for seeking comfort from one parent over another.
For a grown-up to favor one loving parent over the other loving parent... well, that's a different story. That behavior is selfish and unkind. Although divorce does have a tendency to alter decorum.
"Daughters and mothers are closer, in general," or "Everyone has a different relationship," or "I can't stand your wife," an adult child may muse, in an attempt to justify a discrepancy in timesharing between parents.
People must make all sorts of efforts and concessions in life. Newly married couples try to accommodate both sides of the extended family and attempt to divvy up holidays, start new traditions and be fair, despite the inconvenience and less than desirable circumstances.
It would seem to me that adult children of divorced parents have to work a little harder at balancing the fray. Not offering each parent an equal opportunity and place of honor at a major milestones, or even minor occasions, exasperates divide.
I wanted to commiserate with the young mother, and acknowledge how painful it is for a parent to feel that rejection from a child. I wanted to articulate that the baby doesn't know better; that empathy occurs much later in development.
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Sunday, June 2, 2013
Blood is Thinner than Love
Have you ever heard the expression, "Blood is thicker than water?" Of course you have. Apparently, it's a German proverb, which extols the merits of family solidarity. Well, I grew up with a sassier version of the old adage, and I can still hear my mother say it in a resigning tone, "Blood is thicker than mud." Leave it to the Irish to add cynicism to a condescending cliché.
Every time I hear someone say the maxim, I contemplate the meaning of mud vs. water. I opine that mud imputes a derogatory tone about family covenants. A sticky implication of a family's visceral unity, despite truth or reason.
As modern definitions of family are expanded, debated and get further away from common blood, the righteously indignant strain becomes increasingly diluted. Blood is thinner than love and devotion.
Every time I hear someone say the maxim, I contemplate the meaning of mud vs. water. I opine that mud imputes a derogatory tone about family covenants. A sticky implication of a family's visceral unity, despite truth or reason.
As modern definitions of family are expanded, debated and get further away from common blood, the righteously indignant strain becomes increasingly diluted. Blood is thinner than love and devotion.
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