Written March 30, 2013.
Why is it that there are no odes written about familial love? Every so often, we stumble upon poems that speak about how beautiful a maiden is, or how charming a young gentleman looks – love of that kind even has its own category of poems: love sonnets. Why are there so many songs sung, so many stories and novels and poems written, so many wonderful, artistic pieces about that kind of love, but none said about familial love?
Because the familial love of those with the same blood is constant, stable, yet hidden. It does not need to be said. It is just there. People constantly wonder, and sometimes even complain, about the lack of affection shown between family members. Some claim it is because families are growing apart in this modern industrialized world – what with each person literally left to their own (electronic) devices. Some say the youth of our time are just simply embarassed to hug their parents. “It is inevitable,” I hear the grown-ups say, “It is in the nature of adolescents. Surely YOU have never been that affectionate with your parents during that stage of your life.”
Most novels – especially those about adventure – include parents who are already dead or not spoken of entirely in the whole thing. In others, parents are simply a minor character.
But I say this. Long before Apple devices had been invented, familial love has never had the need to be shown in public. Lovers, girlfriends, boyfriends, married couples… they show their love towards their partners in public as it is their way to show their lover that, “This is proof that I love you. And these are the people who will bear witness to that truth.”
Love is shown in public as evidence. Familial love does not need to be proven. Your family, – despite being a little broken, or separated, or pried apart, – has loved you first, loves you despite everything else, and will love you until you turn to ash. It does not need to be proven. It’s just always there.