defaultuser wrote:Kids are programmed to idolize their parents.
[Muse...]
I once had the privilege of asking a few questions personally of Frank McCourt, Pulitzer Prize winning author of
Angela's Ashes. In that memoir, McCourt's father was a drunk and virtually unemployable, relegating his family into depths of squalor that most of us can only imagine.
I asked him how it was that he spoke with love, respect, and dignity of this man whose shortcomings wreaked havoc on the lives of McCourt's mother and siblings for every last minute of his life.
His response was that humans can filter out everything but the good memories. When he thought of his father, it was the morning talks about mythical
Cú Chulainn and other tales, with his cigarettes and tea. It was amazing to see, such compassion he exhibited. Somehow he disconnected the emotion from the pain and filth his father caused. He didn't seem to be in denial, rather he just dealt with what he could never change or affect as best he could.
I could never do that, but I also doubt I'd be the other end of the spectrum, seething with resentment and hate.
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