It’s 1992.  I’m 19, home from university for Christmas holidays, and the crowded restaurant where I’m having dinner with my family is buzzing with activity.  We are engaged in a heated discussion and my mother and I are dominating the conversation.  Snippets of scalding sentences float back to my memory with raw honesty and slight regret. Words I wish I’d left unsaid.  And some, pronounced with a fiery arrogance that will never be forgotten.

My generation will be smarter than yours, we know more, we have more effective and helpful resources, and more importantly, we will be better parents”.

Not surprisingly that sentence was not well received. Somehow in one short semester away from home, amid the heady experience of higher learning in my chosen field of psychology, I had developed an ego the size of Texas and an attitude to go along with it.  My self-discovery and personal opinions were vividly taking shape and I truly believed what I was saying to be rock solid.  Forget delivery, tactfulness and respect, I had checked those at the front door and ignored the knot of caution in the pit of my stomach while my brazen inner punk kid challenged my parents.

Twenty years later, I still cringe when I hear that sentence repeated in my mind. It was so easy, then, to point fingers and predict that I, and my generation, would be better at raising children than our parents were. Now I have three children of my own and there are days I can honestly say I’m not doing things much differently than they did, let alone better. Many of my parenting skills are instinctive echoes of my mother’s and father’s – the good the bad and the ugly – whether I like it or not. There are many days I catch myself channeling my mother’s go-to disciplinary catch phrases.  One part of my brain realizes they’re borderline ridiculous – but nonetheless, they roll off my tongue and pass through my teeth as if I’m caught in some generational tractor-beam.

But out of date copycat parenting skills and crazy idiosyncrasies are the least of my worries. I have bigger problems. When I was 22 my parents separated and then divorced. According to a wealth of research this puts me at risk in my own marriage. Not surprisingly, children of divorced parents are statistically more hesitant to get married, and of those that do, only 60% stay married – talk about discouraging – as opposed to the 91% from intact marriages. That’s a shockingly big difference. Even worse, research also indicates the issues and fundamental behaviors responsible for the demise of a marriage is passed onto our children. In essence, we inherit brokenness and then pass it on to the next generation. Now I’m really in trouble.

You see, us kids of divorced parents have difficulty in the marriage department for more reasons than one, and it can be easily justified why our relationships sometimes crumble under the weight of the hurt and pain we carry around. Not to mention our ill equipped skills for dealing with conflict resolution because we may have rarely seen them in action. But I refuse to become a dreary statistic, and instead, I would like to be an influencer so my own kids can be among the more optimistic 91%. It’s definitely a solid reason to do all I can in my own marriage for the sake of theirs.

Twenty years ago, I may have been a naïve punk kid who made a statement that rocked the boat, but today I still believe it to be true. We are getting smarter, we do have more resources and the capabilities to become better parents or at the very least more educated ones. But “smarts” will only get us so far. It’s what we do that counts. We need to be conscious of the behaviors we are passing on to future generations and if we don’t know how to do something, it’s our responsibility to find out, get help, and support one another.

My husband and I have been married for 13 years and we realize we will always be on a quest to build, maintain and occasionally repair our relationship. That’s just how life is, forever changing, often uncertain, and with no guarantees.  But thankfully we don’t have to go it alone. I believe in a God who loves me more than I could ever imagine and promises to accompany us in the union He designed for our benefit.  He never said it would be easy, quite the contrary actually, and the bulk of the work does rest on our shoulders, but it is possible to change our fate. Our story is still being written.  Just because we come from broken families doesn’t mean we can’t have happy, whole relationships. If anything, we owe it to ourselves, and our children, to give it the best we’ve got. And every now and then we should let our inner punk kid speak up and give us some advice, sometimes it can be pretty wise.

Source: “The Unexpected Legacy of Divorce” Wallerstein, Lewis, Blakeslee.  Hyperion, New York

 

Written by Lisa Pike

Lisa Pike

Lisa is the Associate Director of Marketing and Communications and has a diploma in Public Relations. She recently re-entered the work force after being at stay at home mom for 10 years. She and her husband Ron have been married for 13 years and have three lively children – Jessica 11, Benjamin 9, and Drew 6. Prior to having children Lisa was a flight attendant and for a short period owned her own business. She loves to read and write and enjoys all outdoor activities.