Yesterday I attended a family birthday of a darling niece, and as is to be expected in our country, each event has a few cultural norms, rules and order you should adhere to. There’s the arrival kissing of aunts and uncles in age order whispering something special to each of them – how nice their hair looks etc. even if they do bestow a gummy, often yummily wet (as my chickens would say) kiss. There is a marvelling of the spread the mother lays out – no matter how full or sparse. There’s the presenting of the gift to the birthday child – or a proper penned IOU, if a birthday landed at the wrong time of the month. Then you would need to drink something, and I would often marvel at being offered BOILING HOT tea and coffee in the middle of a South African summer which according to the elders, cools you down.
Then birthday singing, and eating of food, or eating of cake or all of the above. Then suddenly, most of the young adults would need a bit of “fresh air”. They would hide around the corner and have a cigarette, and more often than not, a drink or two. Now I encourage neither, but am a smoker, so joined sneaky smokers, billowing clouds of smoke hidden away from their elders, they think. And whilst standing there, I smiled remembering why. In our community, it’s not ok, if you’re younger, to imbibe pretty much anything in front of your elders, like ever. Until a certain point. To demonstrate the seriousness, I was standing with 50 year old sister in law, happily smoking, in secret. Now we can have a debate of whether these elders deserve respect, and there are probably very many who don’t. But that’s not what I was feeling and not what young people upheld at the birthday.
I felt that everyone that was in the little circle wanted to respect their moms, dads, aunts and uncles because of what they’d done for them. How they’d loved them. Even how they wronged them, and what they’d learnt from that, if that makes sense. Because mistakes are pretty instructive in my experience. And we exchanged little anecdotes of the family’s children, past, and those that had gone ahead. And there was respect. Respect for each other. Respect for our family and how important it is. And how it is the backbone of our community. And I thought for a moment, if we could all do THAT – respect each other – show respect, teach, learn and earn respect, we would live in a very, very different world. Be part of those who support us as opposed to those who don’t. I am 4 M’s Bipolar Mom,