After school I go to my friend’s house and her Mom is always complimenting her or telling her she loves her and my Mom never says stuff like that. What’s so hard about good job or I love you?
Looking for Love
Hmm. I see your point. So then, you surely can appreciate that much more of your Mom’s life revolves around your needs than her own. That being the case I guess you’ve regularly told your Mom ‘good job,’ and ‘I love you?’ Maybe you have. But if she didn’t teach you to, then maybe you don’t offer her those words of encouragement. Maybe she didn’t learn to say those either. Also, is there some special rule somewhere that says she has to go first?
I can completely understand why your ego-self would want to get verbal confirmation that your Mother loves you. Language quickly infects us with chronic insecurity. You want to hear the love symbolized in words. Weird eh? I mean, you understand that the love isn’t contained by the naming of the love… right? If and when your Mom said “I love you,” it’s not like all of the love would be downloaded to you right then, like when Neo learned Kung Fu in The Matrix.
It’s not like the words themselves actually carry some kind of magic potion called ‘love.’ The love’s been given prior to the declaration —in all kinds of ways. Effort, sacrifice, patience, tolerance, expense… repeat as necessary. Even as awesome as every baby is, in your first year you were no where near worth in joy the amount you cost in money, labour, personal sacrifice and sleeplessness.
All you could really do is wiggle for a lot of your babyhood. And an alert parent can take a lot from that, but stil l—they cleaned up your poo. You puked on them. Whoever looked after you largely sacrificed their own life to care for yours. And you were unable to show them gratitude at that age. So the love’s always been there, getting us to wherever we are.
When a teenage girl yells ‘I hate you,’ at their already insecure (like every other human being) mother, what she does not calculate is; what is the force or action that heals the wound that has been caused by this deliberate slicing into the very core of a parent? The answer is love.
When a parent needs to be up early for an important day of work, but instead they are awake in bed waiting for you to either call or get home because you were supposed to be home hours ago —the agony they go through is bandaged by love, which is used to explain why Mom’s continue to endure your overall disrespect.
Love is why caregivers mostly sit idly by while their children belittle their lives in various ways, like how your mom dressed when she was young, or what music she liked, or how old she is…. You’ll have to get to their age to understand but you’ll see. We’re all pretty rude pretty often when we’re growing up, and we’re often the rudest to the people who do the most for us —even if at that time we feel they’re not doing enough.
My point is that your Mother has loved you in her own way and you did not always make that easy. She may not have done what storybooks told you she would. She may not have done what your friend’s moms did. She may in fact have even been cold and unfeeling. And while that might suck, she didn’t sell you for crack, or beat you.
Remember, you can’t ask an elephant for the ink from an octopus. Nor can you ask a blackbird to swim like a fish. People can only be what they are. So rather than having some ideal that you compare your mother to, focus instead on trying to see what she actually does do as herself.
It kind of works this way: Maybe you want to hear the words ‘I love you’ after you blow a test. But maybe your Mom’s family was really poor and they often couldn’t even afford food. And because of that poverty, your grandmother only baked cookies when one of her kids was feeling particularly low. So your Mom got to associate baking with the ultimate act of love. And so rather than saying I love you, (something she’s never heard said very often and so she doesn’t consider saying it herself), instead your mother might very naturally bake when she feels love.
Even your mother would be unlikely to immediately and consciously associate the baking with expressing love. But love will either be present in some way, or else the efforts to suppress it will be present. Maybe their childhood taught them to hide from challenges like extending love. But it’s still innocent behaviour either way.
You can’t blame someone for not being something. We all just are what we are. We can encourage someone else in a specific direction, but we can’t make anyone into anything. They must consciously or unconsciously choose to become whoever they end up being, and no one can ever be the way everyone wants them to be. Not your mom and when it’s your turn, not you either.
I can understand your motivation. I have taught my Mom to say ‘I love you’ and I think she likes it as much as I do, although she still prefers to say it from another room, with no eye contact. There’s a less wise version of me that would be upset with her for that —as though she was only half-loving me. But now it’s cute. It shows how scary it is for her. Yet she gets more comfortable with it every time we make the exchange.
It’s like my Dad —he’s my hero— I admire so much about him. But he never heard ‘I love you’s’ from his Dad (who I understand was quite awful), so he never learned to say that to his kids. But he showed his love in all kinds of great ways —especially his very sincere interest in whatever was interesting his kids. So when I say “I love you Dad,” he usually either says, “good” or “okay.”
He had a bad Dad. If I love him, then he feels like he must not have screwed up like his Dad did. So good is him stating he is glad he is worthy of love, but there is no expression back because it’s assumed. Because if I’m paying any attention at all, his and Mom’s love is present all over the place, so I don’t really need any specific sounds to come out of their mouths. They sacrificed their life to create mine. Even with any special words, that’s something to be grateful for.
If you’re always looking for how you’re not loved you’ll fail to see how you are loved. You might think you’re the exception, but essentially everyone who works with me starts with the belief they aren’t loved enough and then they come to realize that…no…no, maybe they are being loved. Just not in the ways they’d expected. It’s a bit like the Five Languages of Love, but personalized for each individual parent. Again, they cannot give you what they do not have.
To find more happiness in your life your job isn’t to define an apology for your parents to give you, your job is only to be grateful. So if you believe you have an actual bad parent (and they do exist), then prove how spiritually developed you are by being grateful for them anyway. Certainly don’t leave yourself in the position of needing anything from them.
If you need ‘l love you’s’ or ‘I’m sorry’s’ from a parent then you know you’re lost in ego. They might be nice if they happened, but you don’t need those things. They don’t relate to how happy your life is. What you focus on in any given moment is what dictates how good your life is. So pay less attention to the words people use and more attention to absorbing how fortunate you were to have even been born so that you could experience this fantastic burst of creativity called life. Enjoy.
A serious childhood brain injury lead Scott to spend his entire life meditating on the concepts of thought, consciousness, reality and identity. It made others as strange to him as he was to them. When he realized people were confused by their own over-thinking, Scott began teaching others to understand reality. He is currently CBC Radio Active’s Wellness Columnist, as well as a writer, speaker and mindfulness instructor based in Edmonton, AB where he still finds it strange to write about himself in the third person.
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Thanks Scott for this wonderful article about the appreciation of our parents. I can’t agree more. I will share this with my readers.
You’re very welcome Rhoda. I hope it helps foster many strong parent-child relationships.
Yes, it does. 🙂 It reminds me not to take my parents for granted. Thanks!