I’ve always been fascinated with how little we know about our parents.
A few years ago, when I first started writing, I went around and asked my friends how their parents had met. Many of them had no idea. (Most of the ones who did, unfortunately had a really boring story, but that’s another issue.)
I remember being appalled at how little we knew about the people who brought us into this world and with whom we spent many waking moments of our childhood and adolescence. I’d never thought to ask my grandmother what kind of a daughter my mom was or my father about his memories of boarding school.
As someone who lives really far away from her family, one of my biggest fears has always involved a rapidly spreading disease taking away one of my parents before I had a chance to say goodbye. I specifically didn’t say “before I was ready” since I’m not sure I’d ever be prepared for the demise of either of my parents. But the fear of not even making it to Turkey in time used to overwhelm me enough to consider moving back home.
I decided that I wanted to get to know my parents better. Like many caregivers in one’s life (i.e. teachers, psychologists, etc.) interaction with parents tends to start as a one-sided relationship. Obviously, in the beginning, you’re too small and can’t take care of yourself. Your parents are fully focused on you and you’re often focused on their focusing on you. You don’t spend too much energy trying to figure out what their life outside involves, as you often don’t want them to have a life besides the one with you. I’m sure this doesn’t apply to everyone. It did to me. I always cried when my parents went out at nights. I wouldn’t care what they were going out to do, all I cared was that they were leaving me.
Over the years, my relationship with my parents changed and I found out a lot about their relationship with each other, the early days of their marriage, their family dynamics with their parents and siblings. But I still don’t feel like I know my parents as well as I want to.
I often wonder what their aspirations were before they met each other. Did they have another significant other that they almost married? Did they fight as much as my sister and I with their siblings? Do they feel like they’ve achieved what they set out to do? Did they even set out to do something? Did they always only want to have two kids? What’s their happiest childhood memory? What about the saddest?
I just wish I could have met my parents when they were kids. Would I have liked them? Were they too quiet? Too popular? Too geeky? I wish I could know more about their own childhood and pranks and naughty things they did that drove their parents crazy.
So I decided I wanted to take vacations with each parent separately. A week where all we talk about is their childhood. Their life. I feel like if I get to know them better, it won’t hurt so much to know that they might not be around forever.
Which is bullshit since it will hurt like mad regardless.
But at least this way I won’t feel like I’ve missed out on the chance of knowing the people whose genetic makeup merged to create me. This way a part of them will live through me and I can tell their stories to my children and my children’s children.
This way I won’t regret not knowing my parents.
Previously? Artistic Expressions.
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