I'm not asking anything of him to see him. I never have asked anything to see him.
Copa, you are asking something of him. You are asking him to be in a particular place at a particular time. That feels like nothing to us. But to our kids living in chaos, this is a big ask. This is what I’ve called me to realize with mine, anyway.
To him, being a couple hours late, or blowing off a meeting entirely, is just par for the course. He makes plans that he really does intend to keep. He wants to. But when the day arrives, things are different. What sounded doable then feels impossible now. Or things just don’t work out the way he planned. He oversleeps and misses the train. Or whatever. In his mind, these things are not his fault. They just happen.
In his mind, you should have waited an indefinite period for that last meeting. He was on his way. A couple hours late, sure, and yeah he should have texted you back sooner, but why couldn’t you just wait or turn around? Why did you have to hold him to the exact letter of his agreement when it’s so hard? Stuff happens.
That’s HIS thinking, I’m guessing, because it would be C or S’s thinking. It is reasonable to us to say ‘if you’re not here by X I’m leaving.” It is not reasonable to them, because they are living in a world where time is fluid and commitments are often broken by everyone. It’s normal in their world.
I’m not saying you are wrong or should have done things differently. You and I are operating by the rules of the normal world, where people have jobs and commitments and respect each other’s time and follow through on their word. I truly believe that this is the ‘right’ way to live, and I wish my kids lived in this world with me. But they don’t.
So I’ve had to make a choice. I can be ‘right’ and insist that any meetings happen on my terms and according to the rules I set down - e.g. be here by x or I am leaving. If you’re not ready when I come to pick you up we’re not going to lunch. Etc. I can set these rules and accept that it means there will be no relationship.
Or I can enter the chaos with them. Just for a little bit, very occasionally. I accept that when I head into the city they may stand me up, or they may be very late. I may show up at whatever flop house they are in to pick them up and discover that they are too drunk to stand at 10:00 in the morning. When a meeting does happen, I realize they may stink, and they may be too impaired to carry on a conversation.
So why do it at all? Why not just say if you can’t live by the rules or normal society, meet me on time and be in reasonable condition, we can’t meet? That would be a very reasonable position to take. And most of the time I stay in my world, and they stay in theirs. I don’t send money. I don’t see them often. I don’t solve their problems. I am very clear on my boundaries - and so are they by now.
But a few times a year, I make a conscious choice to enter the chaos, so I can maintain the relationships. See that they are alive. Let them know that I haven’t given up on them. That there is still a way back to a different world if they want it. I don’t leave things totally open ended - sometimes I’m out of time and have to leave before they show. Sometimes it doesn’t work out. But I no longer get upset. I take a book and recognize I’ll most likely be waiting a while. If it doesn’t work out, I recognize that reflects the chaos they live in and not the love or respect they have for me. It has nothing to do with me.
Maybe I am wrong to do this. Maybe I should expect more of them as a condition of my time. But it’s the bargain I’ve accepted to maintain whatever tenuous relationships we have.
I don’t know if this makes sense. Maybe it sounds crazy to expect so little from them. But expectations haven’t gotten me anywhere. Acceptance, and meeting them where there are (both literally and metaphorically), has at least kept doors open between us. Most of the time.