Archived entries for Sociology

Parenting.

I’ve had this discussion with several people, and they all seemed genuinely shocked when I point out: you,as a parent, are owed NOTHING. You carried him in your womb for 9 months? Great, thanks, and he owes you nothing. That feeling of “owe” leads to mothers and fathers guilting the living shit out of their children. You don’t like this dynamic, Mom and Dad? Tough shit. You should not have taken the job in the first place.

If ever a job description for “parent” is written, the sentence that needs to be included is “No guaranteed compensation.”

If you get a sense of pride, of love, of loyalty… well, that’s yours and I am happy you have it. I love the heck out of my son and he loves me back. That’s, in my opinion, a wonderful and fortunate thing and should be cherished. It can even be cultivated.

But is not, was not, and never shall be owed to me. My son gives love and respect freely, of his on whim and will. (I got lucky on that, by the way, because I have had some poor moments as a dad, but he, to his credit, forgives me so much more than I deserve sometime. and I suspect I’m not alone.) I took the job as parent, knowing full well that I would be sacrificing time, money, and most of all effort and getting no guaranteed compensation in return. It’s harsh, but true.

Someone once said to me: “I do think it’s reasonable to think you deserve respect if you’ve given someone respect, for instance. Doesn’t that extend to parent-child relationships too?” I reply: without question. But who judges the “owing”? Who gets to decide if any “repayment” or “exchange” will take place? I just don’t believe the parents have any right to expect any compensation for their efforts as parents. If the child so chooses to reciprocate, then that is AWESOME, in both senses of the word. But the parent has no moral right to be disappointed in the child if he/she chooses not to reciprocate. that sort of thing leads to charges of “ungrateful” and “mean” leveled at someone who never agreed to the dynamic in the first place. We parents did agree to shelter, feed, clothe, educate, and (in most cases!) love our children. If my son never “pays me back,” I’ll be sad, but I’ll understand it’s not up to me as a parent. Just like it’s not up to my parents to decide whether I should do the same for them. That’s the basic parenting deal, IMO.

To those folks who love their parents and want to “pay them back”: please do continue to love them. And give them whatever it is you feel comfortable with. And I hope that everyone gets a chance to feel that way, but, having the history with my parents I have had, I fault no man or woman for choosing not to.

And to those who are nodding and saying “Parents are not your friends,” I declare: amen. You can be friendly, and have a friend-like relationship, but the parent-child dynamic will always remain. and that’s perfectly fine. My parents love me as their child, and are learning to deal with me (and as a consequence, like me) as a fellow parent and adult. It’s not mere friendship, but it’s parent-child without question.

Happy 36th Anniversary, Mom & Dad

A tip of the champagne to my parents on the occasion of their 36th wedding anniversary. I know of almost no other couple I can see doubling that number in fidelity and longevity. Congratulations!

America as an ethos

“We’ve spawned a new race here. Rougher, simpler; more violent, more enterprising; less refined. We’re a new nationality. We require a new nation.” — Benjamin Franklin, 1776

To be sure, this line was not uttered by Dr Franklin in real life (to the best of our knowledge), but the sentiment is true and has remained true these long 234 years since the quote was supposed to have been uttered. For all of our destructive behavior (and it has been considerable), for all our mistakes and, yes, even crimes, we have been a nation of innovation, of reinvention, the first true post-modern and reconstructivist nation and, therefore, culture. All cultural things that follow (jazz, baseball, rock and roll, and anything else Ken Burns and his brother may ever find fascinating enough for their documentaries) from that notion, that we are inventors and innovators, that we are rougher and louder and more direct… these are American ideas I adore.

We are not perfect and remain far from it. But I would say that is because we are the most human of the cultures, or at least the most celebratory of our human tendencies, both strengths and weaknesses, both good and bad. And while greater poets and more talented writers may rhapsodize better than I can about the United States of America, I can proudly say I am spawned from that rough, simple new race of humanity that celebrates and revels in its humanity. I do not wish to rise above, nor eradicate, nor ever find shame in my humanity, but instead I shall find my strength and worth in and shall strive to improve that very humanity, and therefore, my Americanness. America, both as an entity and an ethos, appeals to me and my very personality. I am, for better or for worse, an American. A proud American.

Happy Independence Day.

Random questionnaire about The Marriage.

What are your middle names?
Curtis and Skovalia. She dropped her birth middle name when we married and switched it out with her maiden name.

How long have you been together?
Married almost 4 years, together almost 8.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Met in October 1992, so that would be more than 8 and a half years.

Who asked whom out?
Neither. we’re not date people. Continue reading…



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