Where in the World?

21 Jan

Where in the World?

My family of four is scattered all over the world this week. When I click Find My Friends on my phone, the entire globe must fill the screen before I can see all our faces.

I’m burning the home fires in Bethesda, Maryland; my husband is in Augsburg, Germany on business; my son is where he resides in Los Angeles; and, my daughter has left San Francisco for a two-week solo getaway to Thailand. For now, the four of us inhabit, very literally, disparate corners of the world. But despite our peripatetic lives, we’re in contact often, with emails, amusing texts, and FaceTime chats — brief but important touches that bridge the distance and strengthen our emotional bond. It fortifies our family cohesion when we share what we’re doing accompanied by daily tidbits that say I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you. This frequent, heartfelt communication has me thinking.

Is it just the four of us connecting differently and more often than I ever did with my family growing up? Or is it the communication tools at our ready that compel us to use them? For me, without a doubt, it’s the former. My grown children are my companions and confidantes in ways I never was nor ever will be with my parents. My strict Catholic upbringing required children to listen and not be heard, to obey and not question. Parents retained the upper hand and their offspring, no matter their age, were expected to nod and comply.

No, I’m afraid that even if we had email and smart phones, texting and ichatting in the sixties and seventies, my parents’ communication, and that of many of their generation, would have remained top down, transactional, measured, with their offspring. No sharing of silly emoticons or inside jokes. No quotidian questions because they didn’t really understand or even want the details of what we did day-to-day. In our relationships. In our jobs. With our friends. The gap between parent and child – the chasm in my case – was never to be crossed. It’s just how they thought good parents should be.

But in my husband’s and my home, the mark that initially divided youngster and grown-up effortlessly blurred like a line on the beach as my children grew into young adults. I’m certain that in many families, the gulf between generations remains. But from what I see and experience in my world, parents and children not only relate and converse in meaningful ways, they actually enjoy each other’s company, even if spending time together means foregoing time with peers.

And if our interaction isn’t sufficient proof of intergenerational solidarity, our children even revel in our music – the Beatles, the Eagles, the Stones, Billy Joel. And for all of this, I’m so very grateful.

NYC Oct 14


Posted by on January 21, 2016 in family, Travel


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3 responses to “Where in the World?

  1. Cecilia Op de Beke

    February 24, 2016 at 11:08 am

    Much to reflect on. However, practically speaking, sheer mass is a factor. It is harder to have intimate connections which may appear as favoritism when you have many children. The benefit and joy of having no more than two children, is, I think, a chance for intimacy without the worry of favoring one child over another. And with more than two, they tend to turn to each other.


  2. mcbohr

    February 25, 2016 at 6:55 pm

    As the eldest of eleven, I probably have too much to say on this subject. Looking forward to discussing at length over coffee!


  3. M. L. Kappa

    March 9, 2016 at 5:59 am

    Lovely family photo!



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