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Week of September 4, 2000
Parenting is a unique way to holiness
By FR. RON ROLHEISER, omi
Christian theology has generally been weak in its treatise on marriage. Somehow the earthiness of the Incarnation, so evident elsewhere, has been slow to spill over into our thinking about marriage, sex and family.
There are reasons for this of course, among them the fact that often those writing the books on marriage are themselves not married, but celibate monks and nuns.
There are other issues as well. In the early Church, the influence of Manicheanism made the Church somewhat reticent to genuinely celebrate the goodness of sex and marriage and, later on, the monastic ideal (of celibate life outside of marriage) came to be so identified with holiness that marriage, sex, and parenting were not seen as having within them the same inherent, privileged path to sanctity as celibacy and the monastic life.
Monastic life was seen as a "higher state", an elite path to holiness not available to anyone married. Granted, there was always a theology that taught that one's duties of state, such as the demands inherent in parenting, were a certain conscriptive path to holiness, but, in the end, this didn't add up to a full, theology of marriage, sex and parenting.
Recently at a conference in Collegeville, Minn., I heard a talk given by Dr. Wendy Wright, a mother and theologian. She spoke wonderfully of a spirituality of parenting. In essence, she suggested that raising children, being a mom or a dad, is a privileged means to holiness and (my addition) a more natural path to maturity than is monasticism.
Few other experiences, perhaps none, are as naturally geared to break the casings of our inherent selfishness as is the experience of child-raising. To see your own child is to feel what God must feel when God looks at us. Parenting, in the end, is the most natural path to holiness and maturity, the conscriptive martyr's belt around us that takes us where we would rather not go.
Becoming a parent, submits Dr. Wright, reshapes the heart in a unique way, molding it more and more to be compassionate as God is compassionate. Here are some of her thoughts:
Being a mother or a father stretches the heart, just as the womb is stretched in pregnancy. This is because, among all loves, parental love is perhaps the one that most pulls your heart out of its self-love. Parenting reshapes the core of your being to help you to love more like God loves. Seeing your own child's fragility and morality, works to create in you feelings of inexpressible tenderness that help you feel what God must feel when God looks at us. To be a parent is to be formed in a school of love.
One of the first lessons this school teaches you is welcome: To be a parent is to have to permanently open your heart, life and plans so as to create a unique space in them for someone else, your child. To be a mother or a father is to let your dreams and agenda be forever altered.
The next lesson this school of love teaches is flexibility: To be a parent is to nurture a child as he or she passes through very different stages of growth (infancy, toddler, kindergarten, elementary school, a teen with raging hormones and a raging attitude, a young adult, an adult with his or her own responsibilities and unique sorrows).
Moreover, if you have more than one child, each has a very unique personality that you must adapt your love towards. All of this demands that you constantly grow, re-adjust, adapt, let go, learn to love in a new way.
A flexible heart is a discerning heart, it picks up each moment and discerns the true and the false voices within it. It asks, in each moment, "Where does love lie for my child in all this?" This is a demanding task for a parent, one within which (as Wright so well puts it) "looking good is not the point!"
Finally, being a parent should lead you to shape your heart for reconciliation. Love is all about forgiving, again and again and again. Families survive only if this is happening.
A parent is meant to be the compassion of God, the father and mother of the prodigal son and bitter brother who embraces the child not because the child is worthy, but in spite of all unworthiness.
All of these things can, of course, be done by anyone, not just biological parents. However for a mom or a dad, there is a certain naturalness in it, a conscriptive rhythm written by nature itself. To be a parent is to find oneself enrolled in an elite school of love, a true monastery that is every bit as ascetical and grace-producing as any monastery ever praised by the great spiritual writers.