At what point in our child-rearing history did apologies become necessary? Being raised by my Depression-era parents was no picnic. Hand-me-down clothes. Pinching pennies with the food bill. Camping was a luxury vacation.
Not once did my parents apologize for any of it. They lectured that life could be harsh, and bad things could happen unexpectedly. We were expected to work hard, keep gripes to ourselves, and consider a roof and meals proof of parental love.
I’m not implying that this was an ideal upbringing. But we assumed our parents were doing the best they could, with the tangible and personal resources they had. Asking for an apology for our home life or global conditions would have implied a lack of gratitude for what we had.
Boomers have made mistakes. All generations do. I suggest a few repetitions of contemporary responses to disappointment and hardship: “It is what it is,” “Get over it (and yourself),” and, “Be a part of the solution, not the problem.” No apology required.
Michele Reynolds, Fresno