I often realize how privileged we are at Paper Moon Moves. We get a front-row seat into the lives of hundreds of families. And I’ll be honest, we see it all. We see parents and their adult kids bicker over whether the parents should move, or when they should move, or where. We see drag out fights over what furniture or belongings should be moved to a new apartment, and how many clothes or decorative items should be kept.
We also get to see some really lovely interactions between adult children and their parents. Recently a client’s child said to me: “My mom really shouldn’t waste filling half of her new living room wall with her old china cabinet, but she really loves it so please make sure you find a good spot for it”. He was recognizing something a lot of our clients’ kids don’t: that it was her move and her stuff and that he needed to let her make as many decisions as she could, even if he didn’t agree with her.
He would have designed her new apartment in an entirely different way. He would have replaced all of her old furniture with modern furniture that looked better (to him), functioned better, and didn’t break as easily. But he knew to allow her to be in charge of the design process. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t his apartment – it was hers.
We often hear from adult children that they are hiring us to preserve their relationship with their parents. And I completely understand this. I once witnessed a fifteen minute fight over a set of playing cards. Our client never played cards but wanted to bring the deck in case she met new neighbors who wanted to play. Her son kept insisting that she was wasting space in her new small apartment by bringing these cards. He kept telling her that she isn’t a card player and doesn’t even like games.
But this wasn’t about the deck of cards. It never is, is it? It was really about control. It was about an adult child with good intentions feeling like their parent is making a bad choice and that they should step in and make it better.
I am incredibly lucky to have still not just both my parents but also both my step-parents, and my husband’s mother and her husband. That gives me six older parental figures in my life. I am grateful that they are part of our lives and I am so thankful for all they have done for me, my siblings, and my husband – all of our lives.
But I also find myself worrying about them. I find myself judging decisions they are making and thinking that I know better – that I know better than them. I catch myself and try to remember that they are in charge of their own lives and I should let them have their space, as each of them has let me have my space. With each of them, I struggle with this question: how much should I hover?
My mother was diagnosed with mild cognitive impairment ten years ago. Right from the start, I wanted to be involved. I wanted to help her stay safe and comfortable. I wanted to help her figure out how to navigate this disease. In my professional life, I had learned about all kinds of resources that I knew could help her, and I suggested them all to my step-father. But the truth of the matter was that he didn’t want my help. He felt strongly that the two of them had things under control. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He was asserting their independence. He was telling me to let them be.
Eventually he found it was too hard living independently and he made the decision that they would move into Assisted Living. But it was on his terms, not mine. And now, looking back, I realize how important that was.
When I look back on the years leading up to their move, I find myself frustrated for pushing as hard as I did for what I felt was right. I remind myself that my mother chose her husband and, in so doing, she trusted that he would take care of her if she ever got sick. Had he been unable or unwilling to take care of her, of course me and my siblings would have stepped in. But he was up to the task and I needed to let him handle it.
If you are struggling with this issue of trying to decide how much to hover in someone’s life, I have an unusual suggestion. Why not ask them what they want? I think we often get so caught up in our heads trying to predict what people we love want from us, when we could often cut right to the chase and just ask.
I think a lot of us wish the people we are close to could automatically figure out how much support they want. It’s natural, I think, to assume that someone who knows you really well should be able to just sense what you need. But the truth of the matter is that nobody is capable of figuring this out for you. So instead of wishing your loved one would understand you well enough to know what you want, why not ask them for what you want? This could open a whole new line of communication you never realized was possible – an honest one free of mind games and passive-aggressive hints. Can you imagine a family like that?