Dysfunction or Normalcy?
We remember believing, in pained
desperation that once infancy is
over and the passage to adolescence
has been completed, there will be
ample time for reasonable debate
with that middle child so different
from her siblings. And when that time
never did quite arrive, we consoled
ourselves with the assurance that
emerging adulthood would change
everything to enable us to speak with
equanimity to the child presenting
with authority opposition in the
assurance that maturity would render
unto us the opportunity to rationally
discuss matters so that the ongoing
current reeking with mistrust, blame and
resentment would dissipate in a sea
of emotional outpourings far more
consonant with familial love than
the constant friction that always seemed
to raise its uneasy equilibrium between
strained silence and ebullient casual
chatter, hostility lingering on the margins.
This too shall pass, we consoled
ourselves. Somehow it never managed
to. And when we meet by happenstance
other women who casually drop bits
of intimate confessions, eager to
develop a conversation where the
confused pain of motherhood can be
opened for discussion, we realize that
this is no exceptional misfortune that
has befallen us in raising our children
but that many, like ourselves have
experienced similar failings in the
expectation that some fabled familial
harmony reflecting harmonious relations
and devoted love would mark our days.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Labels:
Poetry
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