In
1958 my step father’s mother came to live with us. I was ten years old and
quickly became best buddies with “Bambi.” That’s what we called her! Not sure
why. She had older grandchildren from her eldest son, and they began calling
her Bambi. At least that’s the story I heard. The Disney movie, “Bambi,” came
out in 1942 when they were kids, so they nick-named her Bambi.
She
was seventy years old at the time she moved in with us. She lived with my
parents for the next 23 years, making all the moves with us from New York, to
Paris, to Oslo, to Boston, to Los Angeles, to Alameda, to Saipan, and finally
Fresno.
I
miss Bambi every day of my life. I knew I could always talk to her, and she
would listen, offering loving counsel as needed. So when she had lapsed into
Alzheimer’s at age ninety, it broke my heart. Then when my step father needed a
pacemaker, requiring the full attention of my mother, my wife and I didn’t
hesitate to take Bambi in to live with us and our three-and-a-half year old and
six month old daughters.
Over
the years I had learned from watching my mother and step father that you take
care of your family. Though we were not church-going people in those days, this
family principle was engrained. I’m grateful for that early example.
Now
my wife and I find ourselves smack dab in the middle of the Sandwich of the
Sandwich Generation. My mother moved in with us when she was eighty-five. After
eight years she realized she was still getting along pretty well and wanted her
own place again. A local retirement home had periodically sent her invitations
to move into their facility. She took them up on it and is still going strong
at age ninety-seven!
As
I write this article my mother-in-law, who is eighty next March, has been
dealing with a succession of illnesses. She still lives in her house about
seventy miles from us. However, she may need to move in with us. So, my ground
floor “man cave” has just this week been transformed into my mother-in-law’s
room, in the event that she comes for a visit, or decides to move in.
My
wife, the oldest of six from Portugal, feels the burden to take care of her
mother, as well as my mother. She is meticulous in doing those little shopping
trips for my mother who can no longer move much beyond the confines of her apartment.
And she drives down to her mother’s home frequently to take her to the doctor,
or just stay the night.
We
believe this is how the Lord would have us honor our parents. Because we both
have elderly parents we love and respect, it makes caring for them much more
manageable. However, it is quite common for Christians to become confused when
attempting to understand honor and the part it plays in their lives when taking
care of the elderly. A closer look at the meaning of this word will serve to
clear up the misunderstanding, and therefore the perpetuation of illogical and
abusive relationships between adult children and their parents. In his book, Family Ties Don’t Have to Bind, James
Osterhaus presents valuable insight into the often stormy relations between
generations. He lists four presuppositions for developing a framework in
balancing honor of parents while keeping your own dignity and self-worth.
1. You may have had a painful
childhood, but that was not your responsibility. You are responsible for
building a healthy life right now. There are connections between your childhood
and your adult life, but these connections don’t have to run – or ruin – your
life in the present.
2. You are a separate person from your
parents. You are entitled to think your own thoughts and feel your own
feelings. You are an adult, and you are responsible for becoming your own
person. Accepting that responsibility can be uncomfortable, but it is the key
to overcoming the painful emotions, memories, and habits of the past.
3. You are committed to looking
honestly at your relationship with your parents. You are committed to
uncovering and defusing the explosive secrets of the past. You refuse to let
those secrets hurt you or control you any longer. You are committed to opening
the lines of communication and reexamining the unspoken rules (such as “We
don’t talk about that,” or “We don’t acknowledge feelings”), you are committed
to changing those rules and replacing denial with truth. As Jesus said, “You
shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”
4. You are committed to confronting and
dismantling any unhealthy control and power your parents may have held over
your behavior or your feelings, whether they are living or dead. You can honor
your parents even as you remove yourself from under their domination. You can
honor your parents even as you confidently and fully assume the role of a
self-reliant adult. (James Osterhaus, Family Ties Don’t Have to Bind,
Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 1994, 26-27).
When
you honor your parents, you honor God.
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