Mother's guilt trip mildly endearing?
Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 2:03 pm
When I was an apostate college student, my mom regularly told me that she attended the temple every single week in order to put my name on the prayer roll so that I would give up my naughty, non-WoW-abiding habits.
Unfortunately, when I got married in the temple and made a three-year go at a TBM lifestyle, she felt validated.
She lives 3000 miles away (on the west coast, whereas I'm on the east coast). I see her once every couple years, maybe once or twice a year now that my son is born and she can actually be convinced to visit us. As of a couple years ago, she knows I've again picked up an affinity for a superfluity of naughtiness, but I haven't yet opened up to her about my complete disaffection and disbelief in TSCC.
Over the last several years, I've really come to resent my mom's use of guilt as her primary parenting tool during my child, teen, and early adult years. Her telling me about the reason for her weekly temple attendance whenever she gets a chance is perfectly emblematic of this, but it was more intense as a teen, with her really laying on thick the whole "if you do [any non-Mormon thing] it will personally injure my soul and break my heart." As I've prodded a bit (via text and email) to test the waters of coming out as full-blown apostate, she has doubled down on this type of rhetoric, which sucks.
The thing is that all my resentment comes from a place of reflection and abstract thought, where I don't see my mom hardly ever but instead reflect on past events only; sometimes perhaps leaning too much toward negative events. (This is especially exacerbated as she remains as die-hard Republican as ever as I transition to basically a socialist.)
My mom has been visiting this week. She's so great with my son (he's 2.5). Her worldview is decidedly TBM with a prophet-authoritarian slant, yes, but she hasn't confronted me about my obvious lack of garments or anything else so far. Boundaries are good.
Until last night that is, when she said that after she retires, she needs to live within two hours of both a family and a temple, as she needs to continue going weekly to put my name on the prayer roll "to give up my bad habits." I felt mildly triggered by this; surprisingly mildly, honestly. After complaining to my wife consistently for years about this specific issue, I was surprised to find out that I kind of felt it was mildly endearing.
My mom is trying. She's trying to respect my boundaries and not act like she still has control over my life. She's trying to be a good person and do the right things, and unfortunately, that sometimes means following the counsel of the Mormon church at the expense of following her own conscience. She's worried about me; she's worrying about the wrong issues, in my opinion, but she's trying to do what's right.
On the other hand, much as I was surprised to not be thrown into a rage by that comment, it did distance us. We now have less common ground, with the line being drawn that my mother doesn't approve of my lifestyle. She said, "Every time you engage in your bad habit, think about the fact that I'm going to the temple to pray for you to stop," or something along those lines. She's said this before. I'd love to respond with, "Every time you pray for me to stop my bad habits, please consider that I am offering a counter-prayer that you will realize how creepy the temple is and how corrupt the church is, and that you will recognize that I have agency."
I didn't say this, though, because I don't want to break my mother's heart. At the same time, I can't be my authentic self around her. I have less of a relationship with my mom than I have at any other point in my life, and maybe that's just a part of physical distance and growing up, but it saddens me nonetheless. And while I have lots to say about her beliefs and practices, I hold my tongue out of respect. She's getting better at that on her end, I admit it, but she can never leave things completely alone. She's got to make sure I know she disapproves.
If she lived close or confronted me more aggressively, we'd have to have a more direct conversation setting some boundaries. But I was surprised to find her little quip about as endearing as it was annoying. I'm guessing that's only because I hear it infrequently these days.
This is ramble-y and long, but I'm not sorry. You're welcome for the content to help you through work or church services.
I guess I am mildly asking for advice: is it worth hurting a mother I rarely see and with whom I have relatively little relationship because of church (and political) differences distancing us, in the hopes that setting new boundaries will allow a revitalized relationship to grow? Or is it not worth rocking a relatively steady boat and hurting my mother on one of our few visits with each other merely to codify things that she largely already knows based on my actions and lack of interest in the church?
I'm certainly leaning toward letting her live the fantasy that I might someday come back, at least on this trip. If someone has a compelling reason why I should open up to my mom about my disaffection/-belief, I'd love to hear it.
Unfortunately, when I got married in the temple and made a three-year go at a TBM lifestyle, she felt validated.
She lives 3000 miles away (on the west coast, whereas I'm on the east coast). I see her once every couple years, maybe once or twice a year now that my son is born and she can actually be convinced to visit us. As of a couple years ago, she knows I've again picked up an affinity for a superfluity of naughtiness, but I haven't yet opened up to her about my complete disaffection and disbelief in TSCC.
Over the last several years, I've really come to resent my mom's use of guilt as her primary parenting tool during my child, teen, and early adult years. Her telling me about the reason for her weekly temple attendance whenever she gets a chance is perfectly emblematic of this, but it was more intense as a teen, with her really laying on thick the whole "if you do [any non-Mormon thing] it will personally injure my soul and break my heart." As I've prodded a bit (via text and email) to test the waters of coming out as full-blown apostate, she has doubled down on this type of rhetoric, which sucks.
The thing is that all my resentment comes from a place of reflection and abstract thought, where I don't see my mom hardly ever but instead reflect on past events only; sometimes perhaps leaning too much toward negative events. (This is especially exacerbated as she remains as die-hard Republican as ever as I transition to basically a socialist.)
My mom has been visiting this week. She's so great with my son (he's 2.5). Her worldview is decidedly TBM with a prophet-authoritarian slant, yes, but she hasn't confronted me about my obvious lack of garments or anything else so far. Boundaries are good.
Until last night that is, when she said that after she retires, she needs to live within two hours of both a family and a temple, as she needs to continue going weekly to put my name on the prayer roll "to give up my bad habits." I felt mildly triggered by this; surprisingly mildly, honestly. After complaining to my wife consistently for years about this specific issue, I was surprised to find out that I kind of felt it was mildly endearing.
My mom is trying. She's trying to respect my boundaries and not act like she still has control over my life. She's trying to be a good person and do the right things, and unfortunately, that sometimes means following the counsel of the Mormon church at the expense of following her own conscience. She's worried about me; she's worrying about the wrong issues, in my opinion, but she's trying to do what's right.
On the other hand, much as I was surprised to not be thrown into a rage by that comment, it did distance us. We now have less common ground, with the line being drawn that my mother doesn't approve of my lifestyle. She said, "Every time you engage in your bad habit, think about the fact that I'm going to the temple to pray for you to stop," or something along those lines. She's said this before. I'd love to respond with, "Every time you pray for me to stop my bad habits, please consider that I am offering a counter-prayer that you will realize how creepy the temple is and how corrupt the church is, and that you will recognize that I have agency."
I didn't say this, though, because I don't want to break my mother's heart. At the same time, I can't be my authentic self around her. I have less of a relationship with my mom than I have at any other point in my life, and maybe that's just a part of physical distance and growing up, but it saddens me nonetheless. And while I have lots to say about her beliefs and practices, I hold my tongue out of respect. She's getting better at that on her end, I admit it, but she can never leave things completely alone. She's got to make sure I know she disapproves.
If she lived close or confronted me more aggressively, we'd have to have a more direct conversation setting some boundaries. But I was surprised to find her little quip about as endearing as it was annoying. I'm guessing that's only because I hear it infrequently these days.
This is ramble-y and long, but I'm not sorry. You're welcome for the content to help you through work or church services.
I guess I am mildly asking for advice: is it worth hurting a mother I rarely see and with whom I have relatively little relationship because of church (and political) differences distancing us, in the hopes that setting new boundaries will allow a revitalized relationship to grow? Or is it not worth rocking a relatively steady boat and hurting my mother on one of our few visits with each other merely to codify things that she largely already knows based on my actions and lack of interest in the church?
I'm certainly leaning toward letting her live the fantasy that I might someday come back, at least on this trip. If someone has a compelling reason why I should open up to my mom about my disaffection/-belief, I'd love to hear it.