“What family doesn’t have its ups and downs?” – Eleanor of Aquitaine, “The Lion In Winter” (1968)
We are in the midst of dealing with our respective families. It’s difficult and challenging. We love them all, but brokering these situations often leaves us in “loud conversation” with each other. Which is not fair. It isn’t even our drama.
We don’t have Mom and Dad, Gramps or Gramma, Uncles or Aunts to consult for help. We’re it!
I look at the old photos of my family from long, long ago. I wonder how they dealt with these things. They look so young and carefree. I know things were not always easy for them as my brothers and I grew up. I still recall “loud conversations” between Mom and Dad.
I used to wonder why they didn’t resolve things easily, like they did on those family TV shows that were forever playing while we were growing up? You know, where father definitely knew best and Ozzie was always home to deal with the family crises. I once even asked my Mom why our house wasn’t like Donna Reed’s home. You can guess how she answered me.
Why didn’t the clock stop for Marilyn and me when we were younger and healthier with some of those beloved family members still around to help us deal with stuff.
Silly and naïve, I know. We’re the “old people” now. Family begins with us. It’s disconcerting.