Saturday, February 25, 2006

"Girls just want to have fun"

Today, after seeing clients, I had the strongest urge to call my parents and tell them I loved them (I didn't, but I will before the weekend is over). For all the mistakes they may have made, they really did love me and take care of me. I was never abused or neglected.

We were a pretty disfunctional family - still are. I remember telling stories about my family to a friend in DC once. She was shocked. She hadn't imagined a family could actually be like that. Then she described her family...well adjusted, rarely fought, comfortable, etc. I was just as amazed. To me, it sounded too idyllic to be real. But now I'm in a position to hear stories about all sorts of families. Families where poverty is so bad that the children have to work in the fields before they are 10. Families where alcoholism and drug abuse is rampant. Families where there is abuse, incest, and neglect. Families that are stable, but where illness or death has made its mark.

Today, I felt rage for my client, for what that childhood had been like. And I am grateful, in response, for what my parents were able to give me.

It has been an absolutely beautiful day here. Warm, sunny, light breeze - it feels so much like spring (my favorite season).

As a side note to the parenting topic - I watched Capturing the Friedmans last night with B. It was both disturbing and very interesting.

5 comments:

Fred said...

I often wonder what my children think of me right now. As teenagers, it's difficult sometimes to communicate with them.

But, I'm trying. I just hope they see it when they leave home.

Fred said...

Or...for that matter...before they leave home.

Matt said...

During the time I spent at home, I only thought about how awful my parents were. After being out in the world for a little while, I realized why they did what they did.

Aravis said...

My parents made mistakes, and I'll admit that I held grudges about some of them. I love knowing them now though, one adult to another. I can understand, as Matt says, why they did what they did, or why they made the mistakes they made. Forgiving them- as they had long ago forgiven me- was a wonderful feeling. I love getting together with them for a meal or just to hang out. I know just how lucky I am to have been raised by them, mistakes and all. As horrific as some of the stories you hear are, I'm glad that yours isn't one of them and that you can help those who live with the scars of the past. You're pretty special, Spins. *hug*

the urban fox said...

I agree with Aravis, you really are a diamond. What a great attitude you have about your own family, and with such compassion and empathy for others too.

Am so envious of your spring weather. We have sun here but it's freeeeezing. Brrrrrr.