When Adult Children Fight, a Mother's Heart Breaks
Filed under: Siblings, Opinions, Relationships
The author's sons, Alex and Nicolas, in simpler days. Credit: Jessica Barksdale Inclan
When my older son Alex was a child, he did everything before he knew how and without considering if it would work. He walked and fell, rode a bike and crashed. He tried to be a grown-up his way. He crashed, he burned, he learned.
When my younger son Nicolas was a child, he didn't do anything until he knew he could do it without fail. He waited until he was 16 months old to walk, and one day, he stood up and ran. He read when he could understand complete sentences. After many difficult bike riding lessons with his father, he couldn't do more than one or two pedals before falling. Then one day when his father was facing the other way, Nicolas took off down the street.
Alex is an anarchist. He is a hater of leaders and laws, a college graduate and now a writer who envisions a government as slim as a piece of paper. He despises anything that enforce rules on the masses -- traffic signs, tax laws, social norms and customs.
Nicolas, on the other hand, was a military history major, now a police-academy aspirant and law-abiding citizen with one moving violation that he erased through traffic school.
At one time, these were my happy little boys, my sons who played together all day on the weekends, slept in the same room for years. In that small bedroom, they had an enormous Lego town, a town that stayed together through two moves, only dismantled when Nicolas was a sophomore in high school. When they played with the town, Alex took charge, taking the role of the main character; Nicholas was everyone else.
They both went to the same college, called each other frequently, hiked together, laughed together. But when Nicolas began to become the man he is, their ideologies started to pull them apart.
Nicolas could no longer go to the rallies, the protests, the angry mob scenes at the United States Army base in Tacoma. He couldn't listen to Alex's wild tales of anarchist revelry. He began to despise all that Alex stood for, and their drives home from Washington State began to get ugly, full of silences or harsh words. When Alex found out that Nicolas was applying to police departments for work, he felt his brother was attacking his principles.
Our last meal together, all of us sitting around the table of our new home, was as unpleasant as could be.
"Could you just stop?" Nicolas yelled, putting down his fork. "I can't listen to this propaganda anymore. You're just lazy. You just don't want to work."
"And you're doing this cop crap to spite me," Alex shouted back. "You don't really want to be a pig, do you?"
"You think my choice is about you?" Nicolas said. "How narcissistic can you get?"
Finally, after more emotional punching, Nicolas pushed away from the table. Alex followed him in to the kitchen, words flying like missiles, despite my attempts to break up the fight. I eventually managed to quell that argument, but throughout their visit here, the fight erupted again and again, ending with a tense, silent ride up to the Northwest and a standoff that lasted for months.
I have a photo on my desk of my two curly-headed boys, Nicolas hugging Alex, Alex's arm pulling him close. Both are smiling big-toothed smiles. But these two little boys are gone. And the little brother doesn't want to be the tag-along anymore. He's his own man, with his own values and his own life, and what he wants is his brother to accept him. Alex fights back, wanting his ideas to be heard and honored. Seeing that the past is slipping away, big brother grasps for the memories of what was.
I also want to cling to that long-ago brother relationship because it was magical. Somehow, I thought back then, I did something right with these two.
The fighting. This is the part of parenting that we don't think about when children are in diapers. Here is when children become adults, and adults don't always agree and then happily eat peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches together. Young adults learn how to individuate, and that's what I'm watching now.
It's possible that these two will never come back to one another. The fight could be the axe that splits their relationship wide open, forever irreparable. I close my eyes and breathe in hard when I think of them forever at opposite sides. Siblings are the closest relationships in time and age and place. Siblings know each other in ways no one else can, and to see my boys approach an end to this connection is more than I can bear.
Though it's possible things may never be repaired, and their eroding relationship is painful for all three of us, I have faith that buried beneath the hurt and anger is that hug, those smiles, those two boys in the photo taken so long ago.
Jessica Barksdale Inclan is a novelist who teaches literature and creative writing for Diablo Valley College. Visit her at Red Room to read about her work, including her supernatural romance novel Being with Him, now available in paperback.











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11-01-2010 @ 7:13PM
Liz said...TO Ann Marie, I understand the pain you deal with. I have been dealing with the same situation for 9 years. Can you contact me? I think we have a lot to share and possibly we can help each other. My heart breaks for you.
11-01-2010 @ 11:31PM
joyce said...ANN MARIE we had 3 beautiful daughters. we lost our oldest 2/1/09 from cancer, then this march we lost our youngerst. but we had gave our middle daughters son as well as her daughter a place to live the son we have gave him a place to stay again he has been here 2+ years we have paid all bills even his hair cuts now our oldest daughters son lost his job and every thing he had he has a daughter 2yrs he and his family came to live with us now my middle daughter texted me and said as long as they r here she is like our other2 daughters dead then her daughter our oldest grand daughter text me and said i no longer have a grand r great grand daughter . to night i had to pick up my oldest grandson and his sister and her daughter came out of thestore my greatgrand daughter looked over my way . it is tearing me apart i am 70 and on my deathbed but what do u do for fear of having a stroak . i am at my wits end i have give and give my daughter texted me mama i love you why can't she pick up the phone an talk to me . i have had to put it in Gosd hands i know no more.
10-30-2010 @ 3:09PM
Mary said...Their are some things that just cant be fixed when family members cant get along .I have lived this since a child and being 66 yrs old now I just accept it .. Live your life the best you can.Cant change other people no matter how much you try .
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11-02-2010 @ 12:52AM
kathe brown said...frustration and unhappiness comes from wanting
what is NOT. you cannot change people - but you
can change how you respond to this circumstance.
letting go of what you have no control is challenging;
choices: focus on this unfortunate circumstance
or focus on something else that makes us happy --
happening now in the present ---
not 'remembering' the past
or 'hoping' in the future.
inother words -- live NOW
11-02-2010 @ 12:27AM
Juls said...Nicely put, Mary. I have a younger sister and although we have shared the same womb(as my mother puts it) and have the same parents, we are as different as night and day. We grew up in the same house, are only three years apart, but we were not close even as kids.
As adults I have tried to get along with her for the sake of my parents and myself. However, after a lot of therapy, I have realized that i cannot change her, nor do not have to be close with her either. I have put up boundries, and will keep peace during important family holidays. However, just because we are siblings, does not make us simililar or do we have values that lend itself to any kind of meaningful relationship. I have to accept that to keep my sanity.
10-30-2010 @ 4:41PM
calicat said...My oldest son remarried and moved out of state 3 years ago, his exwife agreed to move also as my 3 grandchildren 11,13 and 18 still lived with her and his financial support was a major factor .I am still devastated, for 10 years they were a major part of this grandmothers life and we had a bond which i bellieved could never be broken.. Visits to see them has not been an option as my ex-daughter- in-law and i never had a a real relationship and so she has had no interest in my attempts to maintain a relationship with the children. Only a mother or a grandmother would understand this pain, which never really goes away .
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11-01-2010 @ 6:29PM
Miriam said...I hope when your grandchildren are older, you can re-establish a relationship with them. I am so sorry for your painful situation - it sounds terrible. A
11-01-2010 @ 9:11PM
DJ said...To Calicat...Why can't you go see your grandchildren when they are with their father? Of course I am assuming he shares some custodial role.
10-30-2010 @ 5:41PM
LESLI said...Well my younger sister and I are very different and get along okay but when my husband and I started to going to a church she didn't agree with she had quite a bit to say. My mother simply told her "that part of being a grown up was to respect one another's decisions". It worked and she never hasseled me about it after that. Maybe pointing out what you've told us above in a letter to both your sons might help them. But that fighting is something I wouldn't tolerate as a parent. There's something to be said for agreeing to disagree and having certain subjects that are off limits if they can't be talked about without an argument. Sorry but one son should be able to deal with his brother being a cop despite his beliefs and vice versa. Intolerance should never be okay.
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11-01-2010 @ 1:58PM
carol said...To tell adult children that you as their parent won't tolerate their divisive behavior is easier said than done. My experience may certainly not be the same for every parent, but when I tried to intervene and "fix" things, I immediately became the enemy of the one who could not accept his sister's choices and refused to move on. Other than appealing for reason with an unreasonable person, what other leverage does a parent have with an adult child? Ultimatums have the potential of driving the rift even deeper. It's best to express your love to each and leave them alone to work out their differences by themselves. Or not. There is nothing else you can do unless you can accept that in trying to mend fences you may risk losing one of them, or both. Or to reverse the often-used expression - "the friend of my enemy is my enemy."
11-01-2010 @ 12:57PM
Lindy said...My youngest daughters are 6 & 10, they argue often. If my 10 yo were the younger sibling, it would be easier. The 6 yo is easy going but always under the shadow of her bossy older sister. Both are adopted so not biologically related. I think, even if they fight when adults, all I can do is accept it for what it is, respect their positions and remain close to each one as individuals. I do not speak with my bio sister as of last year and were were very close growing up, we are into our 50's now. it is almost a passage. Doesnt6 matter if your bio, adopted or aquantances...I have to do the best I can, that is all I can do. Life is swift and much to short.
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11-01-2010 @ 1:57PM
Carol said...How well I understand the heartbreak the author experienes. Our two oldest adult children have not spoken to each other for the past nine years and there doesn't seem to be an end to their feud in sight. Our two youngest daughters, also adults, don't like the situation but have accepted it. What began the argument doesn't really matter. What lies beneath it is our son's inability to accept his sister's decisions. Furthrmore, he has also turned his back on her two young children. As with the author's two sons, there is a fundamental difference in the way each of them looks at life in general.
Our daughter has always been willing to move on from there, but he will not budge. Needless to say every family holiday and event necessitates a complicated balancing act. A year or so ago I tried to reason with our son and let him know what a good person his sister is, and immediately I became the enemy, which endangered the relatonship we have with his daughter - our granddaughter. I will add that his wife enables his behavior, so there is no help there.
We are back in their lives again, but on shaky ground at best. The advice I have to give to parents in a similar position is to not try to fix it. You cannot change hearts and minds that don't want to change. All I can do is hope and pray a catastrophe doesn't occur that will render their relationship forever broken.
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11-01-2010 @ 9:01PM
Pam said...I am so sorry for your family issues. My brother didn't speak to me for six months when his son was born because I made some what I thought was an innocent comment about his wife. I will always remember him coming over to my house and screaming at me "you don't have a brother any more". We managed to move past it and he and his wife divorced. I hate that, but at least now he sees my point. As a parent, I cannot even imagine the pain of never seeing your children together. I guess that, as family, we are supposed to love each other unconditionally. But that doesn't happen. Sadly. I do wish you and all of the other parents with issues the best of luck in solving all of the problems. Family is everything.
And can I say how glad I am that the spammers apparently decided this wasn't a good board to put their comments on.
11-02-2010 @ 2:33AM
ebertmadwoman said...No, but Carol, you did try to talk to your son which is a lot more than other parents do. He has got to get off of it, let go. I'd like to know how he was as a child growing up?
11-01-2010 @ 4:55PM
Jean Bailey said...The two brothers were different as children, as well as, adults. Mom, get out of the way because they'll never see eye to eye. Treat them equally so as to not appear to take sides. It's the only thing you can do.
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11-01-2010 @ 2:52PM
Frieda said...As a mom to two adult males that are 2 years apart and after reading the various comments from this mom on her sons I can't help but feel that she is part of the problem. She did not raise her sons to know that they were each others best friends no matter what and to respect and love each other and allow each other to have their own opinions but to keep certain issues separate from others. That is very sad. My own sons are as different as night and day. I allowed the differences but did not compare them. Each had their own ways and talents. What I did do was teach them that they were first, last and always brothers over all else and that there was a time and place for everything but not family gatherins. My sons do not agree on all but respect each other enough to let things go when needed and remain loving brothers anf best friends. I know that many will not agree with me and that is fine, but we do have peaceful family gatherings, certain personl feelings are left at hte curb when they park their cars.
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11-01-2010 @ 3:18PM
Jennifer said...You are absolutely right. Applause. Someone else with a firm grip on manners. I have two sons and have never tolerated base behavior at any time. If they want to bicker privately, fine. But I will not allow all out disorder anywhere else. The world is so busy today that when we all do find time to dine together, or at special occassions, I feel in the interest of all that animosity needs to be checked at the door. However, I am a strong woman and parent. They know better than to cross that line. Ladies, this strength starts when they are little. You either cowgirl up and set your expectations, or you cower and throw caution to the wind, hoping for the best. Be the cowgirl. ;)
11-01-2010 @ 3:31PM
JudyB said...You have no knowledge of how this woman raised her two sons. To criticize her is both wrong and unkind. You can pat yourself on the back for the fine job you did with your own children but refrain from criticizing others for their own child rearing decisions. As my grandmother used to say, "Don't spit in the wind. It could come back to hit you in the face." It sounded a lot better in Italian, but I'm confident you get the message!
11-01-2010 @ 4:17PM
Jennifer said...JudyB - Oh yes I do. When she took to the world wide web to discuss her children, she opened herself up to criticism. The way my children turned out wasn't luck - it was a lot of hard consistent work. It started when they were babies and it never let up, not even today. Not many people do that anymore. If everything seems fine, they just go with the flow. Now, if one of my children always had to be dominant in play, and the other had to be passive, I would judge that as a problem and work on role reversal immediately, effectively letting the dominant child know they always could not be in charge. Re-read this woman's missive and it will become clear she didn't do what she needed to do with either of her children.
11-01-2010 @ 6:43PM
Lorraine said...Kudos, Judy B. That's right--you can't criticize someone else's parenting. And I know that expression in Italian and you are correct, it always sound better in Italian! Another point in keeping the peace in our home is that we are all very split politically right now. Thank God both my kids are on the 'same page' politically, but these discussions can become very heated and particularly in the political climate in which we now live, there are many families actually at serious odds with each other over the issues. The everyday discussions (mostly initiated by my son in law) always began to disintegrate into politics and eventually evolved into arguments. I finally put my foot down, told all of them that it is obvious that none of us agree and no possible way any of us could convince the other of our beliefs, and insisted that when we were all together in our home, anyway, politics was an off-topic. We don't go there, and there is no more dissention at our gatherings. It's alot better and alot less dangerous.