31/05/2025
“When I truly reflect on my idea that my child is not grateful, I so often come to realise that the truth causing a pang in my heart is my expectation of them to be grateful for something they don’t have another experience to compare this one to, and that’s not their responsibility.
Being with whatever rests within me, whether it be sadness, grief, loss, is not for my child to be concerned with.”
Is this my child’s lack of gratitude, or is it my grief?
There are times I catch myself thinking my child is ‘ungrateful’ for the life they have the privilege of having.
So many of us will recall being told as children we don’t know how lucky we are - how our parents and caregivers had it so much worse than us. And that is not necessarily untrue.
There are times we don’t know our fortune or privilege, because the only experience we have is the one we’re having. We can absolutely learn from others about their lived experience, but that will never be the same as being ‘in’ the depths of the same hardships, or being ‘with’ the same emotional experiences that accompany those experiences.
When I truly reflect on my idea that my child is not grateful, I so often come to realise that the truth causing a pang in my heart is my expectation of them to be grateful for something they don’t have another experience to compare this one to, and that’s not their responsibility.
Being with whatever rests within me, whether it be sadness, grief, loss, is not for my child to be concerned with.
As I walked along, feeling the crunch of autumn leaves beneath my feet, breathing in the fresh, free air and feeling into the immense gratitude I have for my life, my freedom; I realised that my child is not having the same childhood I had.
My child is grateful. But they don’t feel the same depth and intensity of gratitude for such simple things as I, because it has always been available to them. They’ve had the privilege of knowing they are PDA, autistic, from early childhood and embracing this. They’ve known how to self advocate and that their no is a no.
And that same child, in what might seem oblivion, is also the person that will out racism, sexism, ableism, will take a stand for others unapologetically and without reservation. They’ll call out unacceptable behaviour from others (including me) and hold fast to their boundaries, no matter what threats loom.
When I think my child is being ungrateful simply because they don’t take in some aspects of life in the same way I do, it’s helpful for me to reflect on whether this experience is something I can bring back to me to be grateful for.
It’s okay for me to feel grief over a childhood I didn’t receive and to celebrate the one I am able to provide to my own children.
And it’s okay to allow my child to have the experiences they need in order to continue becoming the person they are supposed to be.
We are, after all, separate people.
KF