Ancestral

“You never express your feelings, Mom. Everything gets swept under the rug.”

This from my middle daughter, who raged at me recently for never being available to help, She has an expectation that Grandparents should be always on call.

“And why did you choose to live so far away!”

It’s 45 minutes by car, and as my psychologist at the time pointed out – “It’s a healthy boundary.”

I remember feeling the same way about my mom.

I pointed out the double standard – how all my children moved much further away with no intention of returning home, although they all did. How no one drives the 45 minutes to visit me, unless I am offering childcare.

It’s true that I don’t criticize or express my anger at my children. Having grown up in an explosive household, I just wanted my brood to experience a peaceful upbringing. But history repeats itself, and emotions do not bury well. They fester, and grow ungainly limbs, and re-emerge, from generation to the next.

At least we are now talking.

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29 thoughts on “Ancestral

  1. At least you are talking. Good point. Your psychologist’s line reminds me of the quote from Prentice Hemphill, “Boundaries are the distance at which I can love you and me simultaneously.”

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  2. I vowed that I would never make the same mistakes with my daughter that my mother made with me. I didn’t. I made different ones. Parenting is a very demanding and lifelong commitment. I used to beat myself up about the mistakes I made, but, in the long lens of time, I see that the “mistakes” were not all about me. Good for you for your boundaries!

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