A friend recently quoted a familiar cliche to me recently in regards to my daughter: Apples don’t fall far from the tree. I’d better be a strong, healthy, fruit-laden tree for the sake of my kids, if someone is going to make such inferences, I thought.
So far, at least where my marriage is concerned, my apples are a bit rotten. I’m ow a divorcee. Due to no fault of their own, my children are now figures in an ever growing statistic. Will the trend continue into their adult lives? Have I unintentionally set them up for a legacy of failed marriages? Have my ex and I inadvertently lowered their adult expectations for a healthy relationship? Did I end up divorced because my parents divorced and I had no relevant role models for a good marriage? Or did I just mistakenly marry someone that ended up falling short of my ideal life partner?
I certainly cannot predict my children’s future. Still i fear my children will follow the same path we did, and that of their grandparents.
Marital discord in our family tree dates back to my own childhood. I was young when my parents divorced. It didn’t seem to affect me at the time. Only later in my teens and early college years did the gravity and consequences of my parents divorce really did sink in.
Specifically, I remember hating where we lived. I was the only kid in my class, or in my group of friends, who lived in an apartment. Everyone else came from brick homes from in suburbia with huge back yards with gorilla playsets, wooden swing sets, bounce houses and lush green grass. I also recall Christmas Day being the one time of the year when I avoided my friends’ phone calls. I loathed hearing about their new stereos, designer clothes and flashy skis for the upcoming senior road trip. a road trip we could not afford.
Our income status was not the only consequence of my parents divorce. I felt different from my peers, which only caused me to focus on what we didn’t have. I especially yearned for daily interaction with my dad. Involved dads hold a distinctive place in the hearts of children. They are our protectors, our rocks and our rescuers, when needed. Fathers represent, especially to daughters, what we will look for in our husbands.
The teenage years were just the beginning of my budding troubles. A divorce lasts far beyond the date of the final decree. I know this as both a child of divorce and now, a parent.
I hope the legacy my parents left me isn’t permeating the lives of my children. The idea that I have poisoned my childrens future because of my own divorce frightens me. More so, it saddens me. I don’t want my apples to fall from my tree if my past is a predictor of their future. I desperately want my son and daughter to have a fresh perspective on life – a perspective not spoiled by Mommy’s and daddy’s mistakes.
My daughter has been told she looks like me, acts like me, talks like me and is just as emotional as her mom. I feel totally responsible for who she becomes.
At the tender age of 7, she already mimics my tone of voice when she is angry, my hand gestures when she isn’t being understood and my lengthy hugs after a draining day. I pray she will one day be proud to hear she is just like her mother. If she can look beyond her parents divorce and see the beauty we created before we said goodbye, she may imitate the good memories instead of the sad.
If her father and I can alter the course of the prophecy, I know her apples will be ripe with possibilities.