Thursday, December 12, 2019

IN-LAW’S? OH BOY.


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So, we need to cultivate family relations? We need to nurture our ties and secure our roots. Preserve the family name and identity… this is what they all say, and I say sure–if it is a healthy and safe family. What if it isn’t? Then what? Well, here is where I would like to break off and discuss something a little less flowery.

Elder Marvin J Ashton, a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles discusses the value of cleaving unto your wife as outlined in scripture while reminding the parent of their role as well. He says;

 Certainly a now married-man should cleave onto his wife in faithfulness, protection, comfort, and total support, but in leaving father, mother, and other family members, it was never intended that they now be ignored, abandoned, shunned, or deserted. They’re still family, a great source of strength… Wise parents, whose children have left to start their own families, realize their family role still continues, not in a realm of domination, control, regulation, supervision, or imposition, but in love, concern, and encouragement. Marvin J Ashton, (1974, January), He Took Him by the Hand, Ensign, 4(1), 101.

What beautiful words by Elder Ashton, however, I am sure you could pick up on my bitter self, and so I would like to focus on the last half of that quote. “Wise parents, whose children have left to start their own families, realize their family role still continues, not in a realm of domination, control, regulation, supervision, or imposition, but in love, concern, and encouragement.”   Yup this is where I think things can’t get a little bit sticky.  I came from a fairly happy family, other than the occasional quarrel everyone was friends. My rose-colored glasses we’re not fit for what I was about to walk into when I got married. My husband expressed to me the dysfunction of his family but my naïve self was not able to comprehend what he was sharing with me.  I knew that a spoonful of sugar consult just about everything, right?

 Well was I in for a big surprise! To save you all the gory details I will just fill you in with a timeline. A good 10 years of heartache, disappointment, and even bouts of temporary insanity seemed to be consuming my life.  Then a dear friend of mine pointed out to me that just because someone is family does not mean that you have to create a relationship with them. If it is unhealthy and harmful, it is best to distance oneself or even sever ties if necessary.  Staying in an abusive relationship just for the sake of family was never part of Gods plan. I don’t know why we don’t teach this more often. I am sure there are plenty of little children singing primary songs about their family here on earth while being the subject of someone’s dysfunction. We are here to learn how to function as families. Sometimes we have to create our own version of the family unit. It might look like friends, award, neighbors. Whatever looks like it should be healthy.

I am grateful that we had my family to lean on even though we live far from them. I’m thankful for the in-laws I have that are healthy, and capable of having loving relationships. I’m thankful for learning about boundaries. Boundaries to saved the second 10 years of my marriage.  I was able to create a boundary that kept me and my family safe. That, I am thankful for!

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Phase 2, Take 2

Phase 2, Take 2
Image result for super momToday, after working a short shift from the comforts of my home office, I decided to take a quick little nap on my family room sofa. I have felt very fulfilled in life up to this moment (generally speaking), and I was even looking forward to the events of my near future. My oldest daughter and her dear husband are about to bring a baby into this world­–grandma phase is underway. My oldest son is about to move out and take on adulating at his leisure–this is a good thing. My youngest, who is 17 and full of life just finished his junior football season as state champions, he got his patriarchal blessing and he openly talks of his future plans to serve a mission and attend college. So, yeah, life is good and I am excited for phase two, OR at least I was until I took this little nap on my sofa. Normally I am dreaming of holding my scrumptious soon to be flock of grandchildren, and traveling the world with my favorite husband. Perhaps my dream includes a VERY clean and quiet home, everything organized and in its place. But, unfortunately, I woke up abruptly from my nap (adulthood and a small bladder does this to me) ran to the restroom half dazed and came back out with this overwhelming feeling of I am almost done with my “life,” now what am I going to do?

The crushing sensation of completion washed over me like a tsunami. My whole life has been centered around being a mom, raising my babies and then… perhaps dying? What a rotten feeling. I guess I did not plan very far into the future. Either that or I need more children. Apparently, the three I had did not fill up a very big part of my mortality. Let me do the math here. The first 23-24 years I spent not being a mom, and if I count the next 2 years (before my youngest plans to be out), then so far I will have spent half of my life being a full-time mom. That is a good chunk of my life, right? But let’s say I live to be 80. I have got 30 more years of living to do. UGH. What a dreadful feeling to have. It’s almost like graduating from high school all over again (god bless us all for ever attending such an institution).  

So, what am I going to do with the rest of my life??? is a question that has been plaguing me all afternoon. One option I considered was to be that mom. You know the one. She is forever tightening her apron strings and meddling in her adult children’s lives. Playing the martyr and dishing out guilt to everyone for taking up residence in her uterus. I could be her. That option didn’t do much to calm my mamma panic either. So, I guess I will have to explore, ponder, contemplate, and write myself a plan for phase two of my mortality.  As for you parents out there feeling the same panic I am, and considering being that parent, may I suggest you ponder the following words spoken by Spencer W. Kimball back in 1977.

Frequently, people continue to cleave unto their mothers and their fathers, and their chums. Sometimes, mothers will not relinquish the hold they have had upon their children, and husbands, as well as wives, return to their mothers and fathers to obtain advice and counsel and to confide, whereas cleaving should be to the wife in most things, and all intimacies should be kept in great secrecy and privacy from others… Your married life should become independent of her folks and his folks. You love them more than ever, you cherish their counsel, you appreciate their association, but you live your own lives, being governed by your decisions, by your own prayerful considerations after you have received the counsel from those who should give it (Spencer W. Kimball, March 1977 Ensign, pp. 4, 5). Well-meaning relatives have broken up many a home. Numerous divorces are attributable to the interference of parents who thought they were only protecting their loved children… Live your own life (President Spencer W. Kimball, Marriage, p. 17).
Richard B. Miller, “Who Is the Boss? Power Relationships in Families.” BYU Conference on Family Life, Brigham Young University, March 28, 2009.