God commands it – Honor your mother and your father.
I believe God passed down this commandment with the meaning that when you do honor your parents, you are honoring God, because, after all, God is our ultimate parent, considered “Father,” to many.
The question begged, however, is what if your parents do not honor you? What if your parents are abusive? What if they treat you with disrespect? Are we, their children, still expected to honor them?
Throughout my life I have continually found myself in this position and asking these very questions. Especially when the months of May and June come around every year – Mother’s and Father’s Day.
In my piece published in Feminism and Religion a year ago, Where is God in Abusive Relationships? I mention my abusive childhood in passing. The fact is, abuse never just passes. It, as with any violent relationship, defines you – past, present, and future.
My childhood was extremely violent. A mother who was mentally ill and physically abusive to both my sister and me, and as well as to my father, we lived in what many might call, hell. My sister, who is 6 years older than I, recently revealed to me that she, at age 7 or so, would rush home from school, worried she might not find me alive anymore.
Hairbrushes, vacuums, fists, glasses, ashtrays, toys, food, boiling water – all weapons in my home.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would lie motionless in bed, listening to my parent’s voices get louder and louder, until they would come barreling out of their bedroom. I would tightly close my eyes, as if that would block out the horrible sounds – the grunting, my mother wailing on my father, hitting the walls with their bodies, pictures falling down, sometimes spilling into my room, and then out again, and my father, holding off my mother’s blows until all was calm again.
I would lay there, praying, not really knowing what to ask for, but sometimes asking God to just make them stop. It would. For a while. And then, eventually, it would start all over again.
A blessing and horrible for me at the same time, my mother left my father and I when I was in 7th grade and from that point on, I basically raised myself. My father was not present – physically, nor mentally, nor emotionally. As wonderful as it was to no longer have to walk around corners on guard that my mom might be there to attack me, at the tender age of 13, having your mother leave, regardless of how tumultuous the household is, was devastating.
For years I struggled. I was so lonely, so lost, so angry, and in so much pain, by the time I got to be a senior in high school, I was out of control. Falling behind in school, I awoke one day and thought, I am done. I could only control that aspect of my life at the time – school – so I walked into the main office that day and dropped out.
My wish that things would get better at that point failed and at age 19, I was suicidal and at one point, I tried to end my life.
Fast forward thirty years later, I turn around sometimes to view my path and wonder how I am here today.
Simply put, I am resilient.
As a living statistic of the effects of domestic violence within families, I am living proof of how domestic violence can affect a child. I fall into many statistical categories of growing up in an abusive home, even including a slight learning disability that I never knew I had until I went back to school years later.
I look back on those years as incredibly difficult, but also, as years that shaped me into the whole, sometimes broken, human being I am today. Although I am a “runner” and my fight or flight kicks in faster than you can blink, I have done a lot of therapy to understand those years – to come to terms with parents who not only did not honor me, but hurt me, physically, emotionally and mentally. I have reached a plateau of forgiveness. This, admittedly, was not easy.
Although I am divorced, I credit much of my peaceful attitude and successful positive survivor mentality to a husband who stood by me and loved me unconditionally as I sorted my past out. I also credit my child – a child I chose not to hurt.
Abuse is a choice. I chose not to harm. I broke the cycle.
To be continued tomorrow…
Karen is a Theologian with a focus in Christian-Muslim Understanding, as well as religious fundamentalism and extremism. Karen is the only theologian who is a Latina and a United Methodist, doing this type of theological work in the USA. She has published with several media outlets including Feminism and Religion, the Women’s United Nations Report Network, The Journal of Inter-Religious Dialogue/Studies, and she is the only Christian to publish an ongoing Op-Ed Column with OnIslam out of Cairo, Egypt. Karen lives in San Francisco, where she is currently designing an Interfaith Dialogue Workshop for Meadville Lombard Theological School in Chicago. She is an Ambassador with Parliament of the World’s Religions, and she also does Domestic Violence Faith Advocacy work across the US.
13 thoughts on “How Do You Honor Your Parents, When They Do Not Always Honor You? by Karen Hernandez”
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thank you for bringing this to my attention, L! It’s a subject I’ve seen discussed elsewhere- @HealingCPTSD has blogged about this in particular.
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Thanks Jak…always appreciate you stoppind by and your words of wisdom :-)
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This is an insight from across traditions, but that’s what FAR is all about too. I experience mother nature (Tao) as deity, so it’s no jump for me to understand divine love as motherly love.
However, your post, thanks Karen, opened my mind to a new way of seeing something. Suddenly I realized that, within the context of a nature religion, whenever we honor mother nature, that is, when we protect vanishing species, clean up the environment, plant more trees, that too is the same as honoring the “ultimate parent.”
Thank you so much for this insight. I love it. :)
I look forward to reading Part 2
Thank you, John! I hope you read it!
I survived maternal abuse, so, this subject is very relevant and important to me.
As one survivor to another, thank you for being so open. And I am glad this was relevant to you…. Many blessings on your continued healing and journey.
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Thank you for sharing your story. You have articulated so well an experience that is difficult to put into words.
Thank you! It is difficult, but I find my being able to share helping and healing…
Karen, I started with Part II and commented there, but just now am reading your opening. Wow. Thank you again for sharing AND for your resilience. Hearing of your work in interfaith, I smile. At 17 I went from being a Catholic girl who didn’t dare visit my friend’s Protestant church tho she begged me to witness the sacred dance she choreographed. Without even asking an adult, I told her – “Oh no it’s against my religion to go to anyone else’s church.” Then 2 months later I was accepted for a foreign exchange and lived with a Kuala Lumpur Muslim family, had Hindu and Buddhist friends, and attended Billy Graham video nights (still wondering – IS THIS against my religion?”) What an awakening. I marvel that ANY young person survives the kind of abusive experiences you speak of. Yet, as a teacher for 40 years, I know they do. Resilience…. IS God at work in us, yes? Thank you, truly thank you for the work you are doing, and your writing….. bringing hope to others. You’ve certainly brought me some. Do you know Rainbow Rowell’s YA novel, Eleanor and Park? A powerful look at a teen girl’s abuse experience and a friend she makes who awakens to her world. Again, thanks.
Thank you! Many blessings to you now and always….