Bear with me: this will be a fuzzy and unclear and long post. It might also reveal some of my own issues. That’s because my thoughts on the subject are fuzzy and unclear, and I hope making a post out of it will clear them up.
What prompted this thread:
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[li]1. I see around me adults that take care of parents that were, frankly, either shitty parents or shitty people. They do so grinding their teeth. [/li][li]2. I see around me parents that say (and it may very well be true, or not) that they have sacrificed so much for their kids. Yet some of the kids are at best indifferent and at worst hostile. [/li][li]3. I see parents that were very good parents and not at all guilt tripping. They lead their own lives, but they do want to see their kids more then the kids want to see them. Those parents don’t guilt trip, but I do think they get far, far less out of the kids then they have given them. [/li][li]4. I see parents whose parenting doesn’t matter much, because as human beings, they and the kids just like each other as people, as friends, so they like hanging out together. [/li][li]5. I see, but not often, an intangible feeling of “love” from the kid to the parent. I suppose it is a feeling of security and warmth that comes from very early childhood, when the kid associates that warm feeling with the presence of that adult. In later years, the presence of that adult still invokes that warm feeling[/li][/ol].
My own conclusions so far is that there are a few ways in which a parent gets a lot in return from their kid.
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[li]a. the parent is an expert at dirty tricks and guilt tripping and the kid is either too sweet for his own good, or too cowed to rebel. [/li][li]b. the parent does nothing special, but the kid is just one of those people born with a large sense of responsibility. I don’t believe that the kid can be raised that way (except by accident). Some people just are born with a caring and responsible character. [/li][li]c. Parent and kid just like each other as human beings and they are friends. In addition, they may love each other.[/li][/ul]
All of the above are really just dumb luck, aren’t they?
Because there are also a a lot of ways in which the parent gains nothing from their parenthood, and those also can’t hardly be prevented. If the above were good luck, the list below is just bad luck.
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[li]I the parent is an expert at dirty tricks and guilt tripping, but the kid is onto him/her and the kid limits the contact to (virtually) zero. If the kid does show up, contact is cold and conflicted. [/li][li]II the parent does nothing special, and the kid is one of those ordinary human beings that aren’t very considerate or caring. If parent and kid live far apart, the contact will be few and far between. The kids vague guilt over his lack of care may even cause him to want to dwell less on his parent. [/li][li]III. Parent and kid tried their best, but they just don’t like each other as human beings. If that happens, they may also not *love *each other very much. I believe that a persons character shows even in baby and toddler age, and if characters don’t match then, relationships will always be strained. [/li][li]IV. The kid is, maybe through no-ones fault, a screwed up human being and doesn’t have much to offer to anybody. All he offers the parent is worry and the need to take continued care of the kid, while not really being able to help.[/li][/ul]
So, again, all the above are really just bad luck, no?
Back to myself. I have a mother. I don’t like her. She probably has narcisstic personality disorder. I take care of her a little, as little as possible, because she gets along better with my brother and my brother and me sort of have the deal that he takes care of mum and I take care of dad. I have spent years wondering if my moms narcissism is her fault or not, because that means that I can either blame her for her behavior and withdraw. Or, when it isn’t her fault, damnit, I have an obligation to help her.
My dad, I like more. Still, I often resent that I have taken care of my parents a lot more in their lives then they have taken care of me. And that will get worse as they age further. Both haven’t helped out in any way with my son, either. Even if they wanted to, they couldn’t, anymore then they could take care of me.
I also have a toddler son. I expect, maybe fear, him to grow up like his dad. His dad is not the most caring person in the world. His philosophy is more like: “everyone takes care of themselves, and if you ask help, I may, after a lot of stalling in the hope you will solve it yourself, come around to helping you”.
I am more the caring/meddling kind. (not extreme, though) I expect and fear that my kid won’t appreciate me a bit for that, and instead, may resent me for it. Which isn’t a pleasant thing to look forward to.
In all other ways, I am a good, or rather, a good enough parent. I don’t bully my kid in submission and I don’t guilt trip and I care, yet encourage indepence. I like him a lot as a person, and I tell him so. So I guess my best outcome will be II, the kid that reluctantly comes at Christmas.
I guess what it boils down to is that as a parent, you’re supposed to enjoy your kids when they are kids. My “payment” for my paternal care is the paternal care itself. Right? And all I can hope for is the luck to have a good relationship with my kid as he gets older. And I really don’t have much influence over that. The dice for that are already cast. My character is a given, as is my kids character.