Carolyn Hax: Father’s disappointment has son hurting, too
By Carolyn Hax,
Hey, Carolyn: Last year, my father, father-in-law and I went on a fishing trip for Father’s Day. It was the first year I was a father, and I figured it’d be a good time to do something with the three of us.
As it turns out, almost a year later mind you, my father was disappointed that my father-in-law was there to share the day, and says he was hurt that it wasn’t just the two of us.
Now I’m hurt that my memory of my first Father’s Day is tarnished by my father’s disappointment. Did I do something wrong by inviting my father-in-law? Do I have the right to be hurt? Does my father? Thank you much. — J.
Funny thing about other people’s negative emotions — they seem to come with an implied obligation to fix them.
A disappointed father is a to-do list item, be it to have his hurt feelings mended, or his perspective changed, or his erroneous conclusions redrawn, or even his claim to sympathy superseded by yours.
It’s understandable, of course. You care about your dad and want him to know that. You cared about being part of something larger than either of you. You put your heart into that fishing trip, too, and conceived it in a way that put two-thirds of its significance in the other fathers’ hands. The temptation to salvage it all must be strong.
But you also did your best and you don’t get a do-over, so why not just let it stand? “I’m sorry, dad — I didn’t think of that.” And . . .
That’s it. No defense, no justification, no self-flagellation, no helpful reframing, just acknowledging his feelings. Even though a week or weeks have passed since your father expressed this disappointment, you can still go back to him with this. Just say, “Hey, about the fishing trip . . . .”
And in doing so you’ll answer your other questions: No, you didn’t do something wrong (you were being inclusive!); yes, you have the right to be hurt; yes, your father has the right to be hurt, too.
Loving, well-meaning people can have different ways of expressing these qualities in the choices they make — and they can remain close regardless if their respect for each other is intact, even when their idealized weekend is not.
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Dear Carolyn: My husband’s brother recently died, and his mother is finding great solace in spending time with our daughter. My husband is unable to set any boundaries with his mother regarding the amount of time she spends at our house. He has even asked if my mother can give up one of her babysitting days to his mother (they currently split the week).
I’m annoyed with this request, and I am uncomfortable with my daughter being used as a Band-Aid for his mother’s sorrow. What’s the best way to handle this? Am I being insensitive? — Call Me Angie
Um — yes?
Her child is dead. Her grandchild is a welcome dose of life. The “best way to handle this” is with as much patience and compassion as you can lay hands on as she and your husband push through this difficult time.
Your husband, too, is invested in the outcome here. Death doesn’t just visit grief on loved ones, but also brings with it a sense of helplessness. Taking steps to ease his mother’s suffering is one way for your husband to ease his own.
It’s not an all-boundaries-are-off situation — there’s really no such thing — and if your mother-in-law is pulling your daughter in over her head emotionally, then it’s time to spell this out for your husband and figure out some limits that give proper weight to your daughter’s needs.
But if this is just about protecting time with your mother, then I think your definition of fairness could use an upgrade. Treating both grandmothers as valued members of your family isn’t just a matter of splitting your attention to them down the middle. It means recognizing that needs fluctuate — in all of us — and so our ways of meeting them must be flexible to be fair.
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Dear Carolyn: What should I say when a friend says, “I wish I could move out of my neighborhood because there are so many [members of a certain race]?” — Racism
Certainly people are free to dislike the way a neighborhood is changing, and political correctness doesn’t get to decide whether you like, for example, a vibrant, late-night street scene, or weekdays so quiet that the only signs of life are high-end kitchen contractors.
But to associate these shades of culture with shades of skin color is so boneheaded at best, racist at worst, and tone deaf either way, that I think you have a duty to say, “Did you really just say what I think you just said?” or, of course, the terse and versatile, “Wow.”