Compare the Momma’s

Do we ever? Have you noticed friends to friends when discussing the conditions of the parent in casual conversation that we rarely get egotistical and practice the art of one-ups-man-ship when discussing them comparatively. Camaraderie, is more the key word here. Somewhere in the social mix of life, we seem to grant compassion to each other for the different and separate situations we individually face. The conversation tends to be more of fact-finding missions, suggestions for conflict resolution, suggestive in nature and always with an open stance to the interpersonal communications. Opportunistic availability lends a learning forum for all to exchange in. That’s friend-to-friend, stranger on the street to another stranger.
Yet in complete opposition is our own conversations with our own sibling family members. Some of which may have matured in body and stature, yet maturity and confidence sorely lags behind. Within the family matrix, the ego thrives, striving laboriously to make it’s will known. Perhaps deriving it’s ceaseless energy from unresolved fights of youth, conjuring up more intense intended torment via means of persecution of the ego as it rears its ugly head. The competition begins to compare what was, to now what is. Who in the sibling pecking order has the right to make the sole decision to impact the end may only have the greatest of robust egos. The wording changes, vision of the outcome disappears and it is no long about the parent, but about each individual.
What can occur between siblings, cannot ever truly be discussed without a therapist in the same room. It is history, living in the moment and taking all the air, water and breeze and whipping it into a tornado of emotional confusion and terror.
That’s why family’s have a medical doctor overseeing the best for the parent. Discuss your position with him, and things might be well decided based on norms, science and repeatability. Elvis has left the building.