MAKING PEACE WITH FATHERS
When the Faith of Fathers Interferes with Relationships
How do you celebrate father’s day when your memories don’t
allow you to say, “You’re the Best Dad ever?”
Perhaps your casual glance at social media suggests so many
people had better father’s than you did.
Do you notice the silent posts—people who don’t comment on
their fathers and how great they were? Perhaps you knew the fathers of friends
and wish your father could be more like theirs? Perhaps your father wasn’t
there for you and you wonder why he was not in your life?
There are fathers who only merit the name in a biological
sense. I’m not writing about those. Apparently some father’s walk on water—at
least that’s the impression I get from reading posts by many young women. I’m
not writing about those fathers either.
There are ordinary fathers who have delightful and
troublesome attributes—it’s those I write about.
And in particular I am writing
for this blog about Psychology and
Religion and the ways I made peace with my father and his fundamentalism
that I found so annoying and even destructive at times. His strict beliefs were
more restrictive than those of church peers and he had a severe problem with
anger until he mellowed with age. I did not suffer physical abuse but his angry
words cut deeply and a he destroyed property.
FIVE WAYS TO MAKE PEACE
1. Redeem the good
times
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| With my dad at Trafalgar Square |
Unless your father was a total loser, there were good
times—a time when you felt loved. You did fun things together.
Perhaps you have
pictures or stories from others that can help create a balance when tempted to
dwell on those troubled moments. Most of us are hard to live with some of the
time. Our unique qualities can be annoying to others. Living with parents is a
24/7 experience for children so we are going to see what other don’t see.
Dwelling on the troubling experiences can put the good ones out of focus.
As I look back at old photos, I am reminded of the things
dad and I enjoyed together. I enjoyed trips to the beaches in England and South
Jersey, going to work with him, walking in the woods, tossing a ball, playing
games, listening to stories, and watching some TV shows together. As a father
and a grandfather I now savor those moments I have with my own son and enjoy with my
granddaughters. The good memories help me set aside the troubled conflicts I had
with my father over his strict religious lifestyle and ill temper. Thanks dad
for the good times we had together.
2. Embrace the good memories
of others
Most people are a mix of good and bad attributes. As
children we are dimly aware of the people our fathers mix with on a daily
basis. There are school friends, co-workers, folks in the neighborhoods, and
relatives. People have different memories of our parents than we have. Our fathers
like other people, often said or did something to make others’ lives better
even if they were missing from or messing with our lives.
My parents did not divorce but I recall wishing they would
when they would fight. Some psychologists have even suggested kids would be
better off if parents divorced so their lives would be more peaceful. Looking
back, I’m glad my parents did not divorce because in their later years they
seemed to really enjoy their lives together. Others have different
experiences—I have no doubt divorce was a good thing for some.
And since my dad died, I learned that many people
appreciated what he had done for them or said to them. I know he annoyed
others. But I also know that his faith, generosity, acts of kindness, and sense
of humor blessed many relatives and friends. That’s a good feeling. And hearing
the snippets of experience from others reminds me of those good things I’d
forgotten. Thanks dad for being a blessing to others.
3. Add humility to troublesome
memories
One thing I learned as a psychologist is that our memories
are dynamic and contain unreliable records. By dynamic I mean memories change
when new information comes along. As humans, we fill in missing information
with new information. Others present at an event will remember things
differently than we will. If we talk about an event, we can easily incorporate
those shared memories into our own memories. In some cases, memories contain
events that never happened.
our memories are dynamic and contain unreliable records
By unreliable I mean that our memories of the past are
imperfect. Adding humility to the memories of our fathers can cut them some
slack when it comes to memories of their imperfections.
I am stuck with the memories of some scary events involving
my father’s ill temper. I have no doubt he had a bad temper, which left me
feeling scared when younger and angry when older. I’ve learned that angry
people—including me—can misperceive what people say and do. By adding the
problem of misperception to the problem of memory and I cut my father—and
others—some slack.
I’m not saying we need to condone, excuse, or endure
violence. I’m thinking more of living with or remaining in relationship with dads who pose a challenge because they have an anger problem, an extreme form of
religious faith, or some annoying habits that just make them hard to live with.
4. Practice
forgiveness
I’ve written a lot about forgiveness but not made it
personal. Here I say that I had to forgive my father for some offenses—times
when his outbursts were particularly scary. It helps me to know that my view of
things may not be accurate. And to remember that as I got older I’d hurt him
too. I was fortunate to have had some good times with him as a child and as an adult. I think
we both worked at the relationship in our own ways. I'm sure he had to forgive me too.
My Christian faith commands forgiveness but forgiveness is
not just about duty. Forgiveness is also an emotional experience. We have to
let go of the hurt feelings if we are to fully embrace our fathers. And even if
we cannot repair a damaged relationship it’s good to forgive for our own
well-being. After all, carrying the burden of a grudge damages our own souls
and keeps us from engaging with others. Forgiveness is rarely easy but it can be done.
5. Embrace diverse spiritual experiences
I have friends that have rejected the faith of their fathers
to such an extent that they are atheists or minimally engaged with faith. I
understand that. At times I’ve wondered what makes sense.
My father experienced a dramatic conversion to Christianity
in the 1930s when he attended a small Pentecostal Church (
Elim) near our home
in
West Finchley (a borough
of London, England). I heard that he ostracized some family members with his
new found zeal for God.
Pentecostal Christianity was a combination of three things:
Fundamentalist Christianity (think lots of rules about right beliefs derived
from a literal view of the Bible) plus holiness (not enjoying sinful things
like dancing, movies, alcohol) and beliefs in miracles (sometimes to the extreme).
We were immigrants to the U.S. in the 1950s. The U.S. church we attended shared
similar beliefs but my father strove harder on all three fronts so life wasn’t
much fun!
A phrase from the title of Brian McLaren’s book title sums
up my thinking,
Generous
Orthodoxy. I now embrace a big tent approach to faith. I see my father’s
restrictive spirituality as redemptive for him. Over the years I have seen how
people derive much comfort, energy, and sustenance from their faith. My father’s
faith was part of his identity. By all accounts he was a changed man. A
generous orthodoxy challenges us to find the value in Christian diversity. That
works for me.
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Dad lived long enough to enjoy some precious moments with his grandson.
His finger illustrates his habit of pointing out the right way to live. |
