December 15, 2008
RICOCHET
Rene Ezpeleta Bartolo
The unwanted
Not long ago, a local television station told the story of an elderly couple they chanced upon.somewhere south of the city. The two, in their seventies, were sitting by themselves, ailing, inside their dilapidated hut.
The roof of the house, fashioned from coconut thatches, had caved in from the sun and the rain. The cardboard walls hardly kept out the elements and inside, in squalor and sad silence, sat the two.
The husband, suffering from various pains, could neither fix the house nor scrounge for food; so he stayed in lingering loyalty beside his sick and hungry wife.
The two sat in solitary suffering, seemingly unwanted by those who might have loved them some earlier time in their lives.
The story slowly unfolded during the week. Some strangers, prodded into pity by the television story of the sick and elderly couple, gave assistance which simply meant alms.
And people, troubled by the story and sight on the screen, asked: “Who do these poor old folks belong to?”
Who do they belong to? To nobody, except to their suffering selves.
We learned as the story unfolded that the old couple had 10 children. Where were they?
The old man and woman probably know where some of their children were but they were not telling. Perhaps, through some strange sense of protectiveness that surfaced over their solitary suffering, they wanted to spare their children from the condemnation of an enraged society.
Who are the children? Where are the children?
Perhaps, they are somewhere around living lives as deprived and destitute as their parents’ or perhaps they are busy making both ends meet to raise their own children. Perhaps, they simply do not care.
But what would drive children to stop caring for their parents? Was it some sense of hurt that has hardened into hatred? Was it some imagined injustice inflicted on them by the parents at some point in the past?
Every parent, as the old abandoned couple must have done, invests the strength and small fortunes of his youth to raise the children. This is done by different parents in varying measures, but it is done. Parenthood is both human instinct and deliberate act.
What makes a child abandon his parents to the solitary suffering of old age?
Perhaps, the child blames the parents for failing to provide him in childhood with the luxuries that other children enjoyed – costly clothes, flashy toys, or a trip to the zoo. That blame born out of envy can effectively erase whatever else the parent may have done – the food, the shelter, and the education that prepared him for life.
Is that possible? Yes, it is. It happens.
Perhaps, the child grew up with an unspoken conviction of being less loved and less cared-for, a conviction that in later years collapses into apathy and abandonment. Is this what happened to the old couple?
Parents, human as they are, play favorites, not because of any conscious choice but, oftentimes, because of a commonality of concerns with this or that child. Sometimes, a parent plays favorites as an investment for old age, believing he can spend better his last years with this or that child.
But the preference can backfire; the investment can run aground. The child who feels less loved will always remember; the favored child sometimes forgets.
A strong and happy family relationship may weaken and turn sour in later years. Bonds may be broken by the malice, meant or unmeant, by an in-law or by the indifference, intended or unintended, of the son or daughter.
Just as laws are easily broken, so is the bond with an in-law. The parent cannot expect filial loyalty – his son will always stand by his wife; his daughter, with the husband.
That is the reality that he must face in the dynamics of an extended family.
Is this what happened to the old couple? The harsh truth is, it can happen to us.
Our children, preoccupied with their lives and the families they are building, will relegate us to the periphery of their attention and affection, at some point in the convoluted course called life.
We cannot expect our children to take care of us in old age. Some may; others may not. And we cannot bet on that. It is not the duty of our children to do that.
Children who take care of their parents during old age do so, not as a matter of duty but as a matter of devotion. Devotion is freely given; it is not forced by guidelines or genes.
Rather, it is our duty to ourselves as parents and persons to provide for the failing and ailing years.
If the sad story of the old couple -- sitting solitary, sick, hungry, and abandoned inside their wreck of a house – does not happen to us, it should not be because of our children. It should be because of us.
We should be able to live our final years in dignity and, in finality, lie silent and self-respecting in our graves.
Wherever and whoever our children may be.
(For comments and reactions, e-mail: rene_bartolo@yahoo.com)