If I close my eyes, maybe squint a little, and try real hard, I can think about the thousands of people who told me as I ran after my blond-haired, blue-eyed little son that, “You’re gonna blink, and before you know it, he’ll be in college.” Oh, if I had a dollar for every person who said it, maybe I’d be able to afford that college…
Part of growing up and being young is having a swagger, a little bit of an edge and a chip on your shoulder, inwardly laughing when you hear such promises from people. “Ha! What do they know!” It doesn’t matter that they’ve already been through it. It doesn’t matter that their experience has told them that it was inevitable. It doesn’t matter that they themselves had blinked and found themselves driving down the highway with a packed car, ready to move their firstborn into a dormitory as they embarked on the next chapter of their lives. None of that mattered, because it wouldn’t happen to me.
There’s something about thinking that we will somehow be the generation that gets it right, that doesn’t make the same mistakes as our forebears. If we really knew that we would follow in those same steps, who knows how hard we would try to avoid them.
We try and we promise ourselves that things will be different for us. Some of us don’t just say it, but we actually head down that road, changing a few things along the way. Work might take up some of our time, or even a lot of our time, but it doesn’t consume us the way that it did our parents. We promise we won’t react to things the way our parents reacted, and we do a fair job with that, until our kid finally does the one thing that we categorized the “unpardonable sin” somewhere deep within our psyche, and we lose our ever-loving mind.
Youth is wasted on the young, isn’t that the saying? How novel it would be to start out with the wisdom of the ages instead of having to earn it through the blood, sweat, and tears of life. To plug in the module and download it to our brains without actually having to learn it the hard way, wouldn’t that be nice?
The thing is, we aren’t immune to mistakes. We will most likely make some of the same mistakes our parents made, and if not their mistakes, there will be plenty of mistakes of our own that we will find along the way. We will promise ourselves that, “I will never…” and we’ll fill in the blank with things that will be committed, sometimes as those words are still lingering in the air around us.
Here’s what I’m finding though: it doesn’t really matter. My kids know what my upbringing was like. I’m not too sure that they care much about it, but they’ve heard the stories, gotten the t-shirts, and lived to tell about it, just as I have. What happened to me is not nearly as inconsequential as what happens to them, at least not at this stage in their lives. They may care about it one day, but today isn’t the day, and tomorrow isn’t looking so good either.
At the end of the day, I’ve always told people that there’s a pecking order of people that I don’t want to piss off: God, my wife, my kids, my family, my friends, and then everyone else. By the time I finish the first one, two, or three, I’ll be honest, I really don’t care a whole heck of a lot what happens after that.
in the words of Freddie Mercury, “And bad mistakes, I’ve made a few. I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face but I’ve come through.” Mistakes happen. Sometimes the harder we try to avoid them, the more inevitable they become. We’re going to make them, accept it, but don’t dwell on them.
We are not immune to the mistakes of the past. We will not be the generation that somehow manages to win the gold medal in Mistake Free Living. After all, what would our kids really say if we were getting it right all the time? Then they wouldn’t have anything to whine and complain about, right?
We make mistakes. We admit it. We learn from them. We’re honest about them. And sometimes…our kids might actually learn something from our mistakes as well. If not, at least they’ll live under the delusion, at least for a while, that they’ll somehow manage to skate through life without making mistakes of their own. All we can hope for is that we live long enough to see those mistakes and then we’ll do our best to hold our tongues, to smile and nod, and show some compassion when they come to us and say, “Wow! This is way harder than I thought!”