I have been accused countless times of failing to honor my parents & even hating them because of the topics of my writing. However, that’s not true. God has shown me that honoring parents is very possible, but it is not always what people think it is. It is about respecting their position in your life, treating them respectfully, wanting the best for them, & appreciating any good in them.
As a Christian & a victim of narcissistic abuse, I have struggled with this concept for a long time. Thankfully, God showed me how to honor my parents even after cutting off contact with them.
When we think of honoring our parents, many people associate it with blind obedience & complete submission to their will even as adults with our own lives. However, this inaccurate view is very harmful, especially in cases of abusive parents. Honoring parents does not mean tolerating abuse or sacrificing our own well being.
For me, honoring my parents means acknowledging their role as my parents & recognizing the impact they had on my life, both positive & negative. It meant accepting that they were flawed individuals who made very poor choices, but they still influenced who I am today.
Respecting their position in my life also meant setting boundaries & prioritizing my own well being. It meant recognizing that I deserved to be treated with love, kindness, & respect, just like anyone else. By doing so, I was able to honor them by encouraging them to treat me better with consequences for my healthy boundaries.
After my parents passed away, I struggled with the idea of honoring their memory. It felt strange at first to appreciate their positive contributions while acknowledging the pain they caused. Especially because their deaths brought back so many bad memories. Honoring their memory did not mean condoning their actions or excusing their abuse.
One way I found to honor my parents was by appreciating the things they taught me. My father, for example, taught me about cars. Despite the difficult relationship we had, I still appreciate all he taught me & I love cars. It was a way of acknowledging his influence on my life while doing something I genuinely enjoyed.
Similarly, my mother taught me to crochet when I was five years old. Crocheting became a favorite hobby of mine that I still enjoy. After her passing, I stumbled upon a pretty doily she made & a second that she had started but never finished. I decided to complete it as a way of honoring her. It was a bittersweet experience that allowed me to appreciate the skill she gave me & the joy I found in crocheting. A picture of them is at the bottom of this post.
Honoring parents is a complex & deeply personal journey, especially for those who have experienced narcissistic abuse. It is possible to redefine honor & respect in a way that prioritizes our own well being while acknowledging the role our parents played in our lives. Finding ways to appreciate the skills they taught us or engaging in activities they influenced, can be a meaningful way to honor them without compromising our own healing.
You must be logged in to post a comment.