[Title courtesy of CSNY]
I had some wonderful discussions with my daughter today. Issues she is having with her mother came up and, thus, we got into parenting. Seems Mary (the ex) is sorry about some of the things we did or did not do as parents.
With Sara graduating from college soon and entering "the real world" (her term, not mine. I used to use it, but no more.) we talked a bit about her losing the support of her friends; the people she has relied on the most over the last 4 years. She brought up how she is a bit scared of losing this support group, but that one thing she has learned is that she is good at quickly making friends, so she can deal with it.
I mentioned that the frequent moving was one of my parental concerns over the years, but that I had always consoled myself (and tried to console Mary) that it made the kids good at quickly making friends, and learning that often in life the "good ones" do move on.
See, Mary grew up in the same house until she graduated from high school and left to become "surrogate" mom to her eldest brother’s 3 kids at the ripe age of 18. I moved a few times as a kid, but the main formative years were spent in one location. Either way, we both grew up in safe, secure neighborhoods surrounded by people who would look out for us in one manner or another. We were able to roam reasonably freely and widely, and got the lay of the land for miles around. It was a very stable and steady influence. My kids did not have that in any sense. Mary and I often worried about the effects of constant moving on them, considering that our childhood and adolescence were vastly different.
This discussion with my "baby" girl really heartened me. She is happy with what she learned from the frequent moving. She does not regret that she did not have a (geographically) steady life. She had plenty of close friends who did, and they often discuss such things. She figures why regret what she didn’t have since she can’t even begin to imagine what that would have been like.
Both of the kids learned to make friends quickly and, often, deeply. They have learned to value those friendships no matter how long they may have together (geographically). Another thing they both, thankfully, learned was to be good judges of character. Making deep friendships quickly with the wrong sorts, which was an equally plausible outcome, would not have been a good. But we all got lucky on that one, I guess.
Sara and I discussed a few other things about what Mary and I did "right" and "wrong" in our child-rearing. The main thing was that Sara is generally happy with what we managed to do despite ourselves (my words, not hers). Have I ever mentioned how much I love this kid, and how very, very proud I am of her?
One thing that came up, due to one of Mary’s regret, is her (Sara’s) religious upbringing or, more accurately, lack thereof. Mary was raised Catholic, but wasn’t really practicing when I met her. I was raised Southern Baptist and have been agnostic since long before I met Mary. So we just kind of avoided any specific religious "training" of our children. We figured they could choose when they were ready. We were happy to let them go to church with friends, and so on.
Sara’s regret is definitely not that we didn’t indoctrinate her into some belief, but that we didn’t give her a broader cultural understanding of various religions. Her most critical "complaint" is that she has no cultural grounding in the literature of the Bible. She does not get cultural Biblical references. Her other "complaint" was that being at a school with many, and having many friends who are, Jews she knew nothing about Judaism.
Now, I agreed with her that on this count we "failed" her. I couldn’t have fully done so back then. But, and Sara does realize this, we were in no good position to provide that sort of education. What the heck did white, middle class, Midwestern kids who were born around 1960 know about Judaism? Other than over 6 million Jews died in the Holocaust, we had no cultural or societal references. I don’t know about Mary, but if I knew any Jewish folks I did not know it. I certainly did not know any practicing Jews. Nor did I see them in my neighborhood or schools.
As for the Bible and cultural references, well, I was not in the right place mentally, nor was I properly educated at the time, to realize the vast amount of Biblical cultural references, nor to respect the Bible for the great literature that it is. Heck, as recently as my divorce (1999) I still did not. But I quickly "got religion" as they say. I got a Bible or 2 in the divorce and immediately donated them to the library. Or maybe I threw them away. I honestly don’t remember.
But after a few years at an institution of higher learning and embarking on a quality liberal arts education I came to realize the value of the Bible as a reference source and as the great literature and guide to living that it is. I also learned some honest history of its coming to be, which further cemented its value on those counts into my mind while simultaneously cementing the belief that it cannot be the word of God. I quickly rectified the lapse in my collection and bought a good (used) KJV Bible complete with concordance. And it gets used on occasion. I would also, someday, like to re-read much of it as the great literature that it is.
[On a side note, related to my comments on surveys from Tues night, I recently saw a survey from some Christian organization that was basing claims on how overwhelmingly Christian the US is based on the number of Bibles owned. What a completely stupid claim! Anyone who tried to imply anything based on my owning a Bible, other than that I own a Bible, is a complete moron. The fact that I do reflects absolutely nothing about my religion, my religiosity, my spirituality, or anything else, other than I own one. It would be like claiming that anyone who owns Marx is a communist, or that anyone who owns Mein Kampf is a nazi. Simply ridiculous! Oh, yeah. Idiots do make those claims though. <sigh> An interesting thought, though, is that it is often the same sort of people making those claims who want to make claims based on my owning a Bible. Hmmm!]
Anyway, we were not prepared in many ways to give our children the broad cultural education in religion that they deserved. Now, Sara has rectified some of that on her own. She took a comparative religion class in college, and she took at least one class in Japanese religions, or maybe just Shintoism. But I do feel the pain of failure in her lack of cultural references to the Bible. She does realize that she does have some control in that she could, and should, invest the time to read it on her own.
So, all in all, I left with my heart singing after talking with my beloved daughter today. We mostly did OK, even better than OK. She is an incredible young adult and I could not be more proud of her. By the way, for many, many years I gave all child-rearing credit to Mary. She was, thankfully, a stay-at-home mom and she did an incredible job! I still give her much credit, but I now [and my children make sure of it] take some of the credit.
Sara is confident. But not in some stupid "false confidence" [see my comments here] that is claimed for the rest of her generation. Yes, she and her older brother were much more constricted than their mother and I were. Yes, they had bike helmets…. But they were both challenged. They both were in gifted programs. They took AP classes and tests. They were challenged. They DID NOT get gold stars because ALL the kids did. They were taught to challenge themselves, and they learned that failure, sometimes deep and painful and possibly with serious consequences, happens to us all when we chase our dreams, or even just the object of our immediate attention.
Neither she, nor her brother, are some stupid list of what their generation supposedly is. In some ways, yes. In many ways, not at all. And some of those yeses, well, you need to know their history because it matters. All that crap about growing up completely wired, playing games, blah blah. Yes, they both play video games, now. But neither one of them started playing these games until late in high school. And so on.
Is there any question as to why I get so offended by all of the pop sociology that passes for gen-gens? [Thanks again, Walt! By the way, did you take it out of your post? I wanted to link for attributional purposes but I couldn't find it, even with Ctrl-F.] ["Gen-gens, generational generalizations. Walt Crawford.]
And lest anyone wonder, I so very deeply love, and am proud to the depths of my soul of, my son. But for vastly different reasons. And while my daughter and I may be at the top of our relationship "game," and my son and I may be near the bottom (but recovering) of ours, that has absolutely no effect on how much I love, or am proud of, him. I only wish he’d believe that. Or maybe I should say feel it. I know all about the disconnect between knowing, believing and feeling [See very end of post.]. They all have their places, but often in personal relationships the feeling is vastly more important. Hopefully all three are present simultaneously, but if I had to choose one, sign me up for the emotion.
Who could have guessed that the hour and a half spent with my daughter could have mattered so much. For once that stupid phrase, "quality time", also part of her and her brother’s generations, actually meant something. Quality time indeed! And now I’m sitting here in a bar trying not to cry, but not really caring if I do. Sometimes my heart simply breaks from the sheer amount of love I have for (adult) children.