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The Sorrow of Treating Aged Parents as a Burden to Divide
Do I reckon my parents not as objects of love but as a burden to be divided among siblings?
A child of deep love for a parent surely has a gentle air; one with a gentle air surely has a glad countenance.
The Book of Rites says deep love shows as a gentle air, and again as a glad face.
📝The Classic Answers
The Book of Rites says deep love shows as a gentle air, and again as a glad face. Turned around: the moment we reckon a parent as a burden, the warmth drains from our faces. When siblings begin to divide aged parents by "who takes them for how many months," love turns to accounting and the parent is reduced to an object. I know the pull of this arithmetic. Yet the one who raised me did not parcel me out by months. When we forget that care is a bond lasting to the very end, not a burden, the closest of kin grows the loneliest. I choose to meet my parents not as a problem to solve but as people.
🌱Apply It Today
When the word "burden" flickers across your feeling toward an aging parent or elder, look at them again as a person.
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