I have learned that there are many things that are taught in a family that both the parents and the children are unaware of that are being taught. I grew up in Southern California away from extended family. My mother had a brother, who lived with us, and a mother who we often didn’t know where she was and my mother didn’t know her father. There was very little contact with extended family, no phone calls, no visits-they generally were not part of our lives. The interesting thing is that my brothers and sister and I do not maintain contact with each other. We love each other and when we’re together we have a great time but somehow it never occurs to us to call each other just to chat or to keep in touch or to invite someone over for dinner. My husband just shakes his head at me because he can’t comprehend not maintaining contact with loved ones. He has weekly phone calls with his brothers and sisters and when his parents were alive he called them almost daily “just to check in.” Fortunately, our children had their father’s example of staying in touch with his extended family, because they call and visit with each other daily. It took me a long time to figure out why it never occurs to me to call my family, and it’s not that I don’t think about them and it’s not that I don’t love them. It just never enters my thinking to call when I have news of something good or bad. And since I rarely hear from my brothers or sister I am assuming that it doesn’t occur to them either. It takes an event, like a wedding or a birthday or holiday for us to connect, just like it did when I was growing up, and I remember going to a relative’s house for Thanksgiving once. And when we’re together it’s great and I love them and we always say we need to get together more and we mean it but then we go home to our subtle learning and don’t call each other. Recognition is one of the first steps to change and maybe it’s time for me to change.
I have a 16-year-old daughter with Down Syndrome. She is an amazing person who was born with faith and when I tell her something, she believes me. She loves going to church and participating in Sunday School and Young Women’s classes, and she takes seminary classes through her high school. She always reminds me to do family scriptures and prayer and I know she reads her scriptures on her own and says her prayers each night, and she always remembers to ask for a blessing on her food- even in a restaurant. Sometimes after she gets home from school when she’s had seminary or after a Sunday School class I will ask her what the lesson was about or something that she learned. Her reply is always said with a little frustration “I don’t know.” I can ask her several questions to try to prompt her memory but she genuinely doesn’t know what was talked about. In some ways it’s even more remarkable that she persists in doing these righteous behaviors since she doesn’t remember what she’s taught or read. I have thought about her diligence in attending these classes and doing her own personal reading and remember the scripture in the Bible from John 14:26 which says in part “…the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance…” The knowledge is in there and some day, because of her diligence, she will have all things brought to her remembrance through the Holy Ghost.