The Youngest Child’s Debt

As WordPress continues to recycle old prompts, I pulled another prompt from The Coffee Monsterz Co to respond to today

What do you not get enough credit for?

This is a sensitive subject for me, and I’m worried it might come across as whining. But even at 52 years old, I’m realizing that as the youngest of three, you never truly shake the perception of being “the baby of the family.”

The Weight of the “Baby of the Family”

I know my siblings will always see me as their little brother. That’s natural, and I’m grateful for the way they look out for me. The part that stings, however, is how my mother perceives me. To her, it feels like I am perpetually six years old. She views my siblings as perfectly competent, well-adjusted adults, but for some reason, she hasn’t been able to make that leap with me.

The Weight of the “Baby of the Family”

I turned 52 yesterday. My father was already retired from his first career by the time he was this age. While I might not fit the traditional American mold of “success”—I don’t own a home—I work full-time, own my car, and have raised two sons. One is currently on a near-full academic scholarship. If I were to die tomorrow, I could say I’ve lived a successful life. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

Still, it’s frustrating to feel “less than” in my mother’s eyes. Even before her dementia began to take its daily toll, she treated me as less than capable. She’ll say, “I think the world of you,” but it’s hard to believe when her actions suggest she wonders how I survive the moment I leave her sight.

I’m writing this while visiting her at her assisted living facility, and I’ll be honest: I’m carrying a lot of anger. I know she has fewer days ahead of her than behind her, and I don’t want her to pass away with this resentment between us. We’ve had some of the worst arguments of my life over the years—often about my past relationships. In hindsight, she likely saw “warts” in my partners that I wasn’t ready to see yet. I’ll likely face that same struggle with my own sons one day, and I hope I can remember that they have to realize those truths for themselves, just as I did.

I’ve done a lot of growing on this “Road to 1,000 Days,” but coming to terms with this relationship is a hurdle I need to clear.

Finding Peace Beyond the Perception

Maybe the real issue isn’t that she doesn’t give me enough credit. Maybe the problem is that I still let her view of me bother me at all. I’ve grown a thick skin over the years and learned to ignore the “critics and haters,” but it’s a different battle when the critic is hardwired into your DNA. Moving forward means finding peace with my own competence, whether she ever acknowledges it or not.

Today’s post is inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt. While I’ve taken the topic in my own direction for the Road to 1,000 Days, you can find more responses to today’s prompt HERE .

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