@Eva,
Eva wrote:
It is difficult for me to believe that some of you honestly don't struggle to forgive your parents for anything. No matter how good parents are, they all make mistakes. And forgiveness is a very, very difficult thing at best. I wonder about people who say they have forgiven everyone. I tend to think they've just swept old issues under the rug. (Who knows, maybe that's where they belong.)
As for me, I'd name two things. One, my parents never told me they were proud of me. They may have been, in their own way, but they never said it. We talked about practically everything, even as adults. I made it through some truly awful, difficult things as a young adult and came out with my self-respect intact. I thought I deserved to hear an acknowledgment of that from them.
Two, my father's suicide. He was ill, and I'd be among the first to insist that we should all have the right to make that decision when our time comes. But he was also depressed and too prideful to admit it or deal with it. The end result was that he dumped a lot of his garbage on us to deal with. It took our family years to sort through the emotional and psychological mess he left behind. I'm not sure we'll ever recover from some of it.
I suddenly have a huge craving for some chocolate....
Forgive is kind of a funny word for it maybe.
I am probably more talking about understanding and recognizing that parenting is hard, and people do the best they know how.
Not holding onto stuff with anger and resentment.
My father and his family were great examples to me of the damage done to lives by holding onto and resenting.
It was like they all carried round bags of little balls of poison, which they loved nothing more than to take out and polish....it was awful to watch, and it kind of sucked the joy out of life.
I can remember that, as soon as it was hard to force me into the car any more, I stopped going on visits to his family!
His last utterance to me was about something he resented bitterly that I did when I was five!!! I struggle hard not to do that awful stuff...not always with success.
He died in 1992, and I have had recurring nightmares that he was still alive almost up until now. These seem to have gradually resolved a lot of the stuff, especially when they progressed to lucid dreaming.
But they were less about resenting or not forgiving him, and more about not having done enough for him, and treated him with enough compassion, because I found it so unbearable to be around him, even though I felt so sad for him.
You're a fifties kid, aren't you?
I think a lot of fifties parents didn't do much of saying nice things to kids....remember that was the era of rigidly scheduled feeds, not picking up crying babies, etc.?
But hell yes, you did deserve acknowledgement!