Celestial Attachment and Parenting

Today’s post is written by ‘Saint Maybe’, a fabulous writer.   Enjoy!

Buddhism teaches that the origin of suffering is attachment. That was part of the epiphany of the bodhi tree. Craving, grasping, clinging, and binding are all synonyms for this kind of attachment, with each of those gerunds conjuring up a negative image along the lines of Scrooge McDuck kissing his piles of gold. Craving, grasping and clinging don’t have anything to do with Mormon teachings, do they? Imagine, for a minute, a typical picture from the church’s Gospel Art Picture Kit, maybe one with smiling mother, father and assorted well-groomed children kneeling together in nightly prayer. Could this familial scene be craving? Picture the mirrored walls of a Mormon temple sealing room, with the infinite reflected faces of the ceremony participants representing our eternal bonds with our family members. Is this clinging?

The notion of a family line continuing through generations, a linked chain of mothers, fathers and children, is powerful in our Mormon beliefs. We are impressed by those tenacious genealogists among us who can trace back generations across centuries and continents. When a young man is ordained to a priesthood office, he receives a piece of paper charting the line of priesthood authority. If he is ordained by his father, then his name will be followed by the father’s name, and then the name of the man who ordained his father and so on. That ordination list goes all the way back to Jesus Christ. We certainly don’t limit ourselves to the small scale of a typical family tree with just a few branches here and there. Four-generation group sheets, those ubiquitous family history worksheets, are only a start, baby steps in the quest to extend our family chains.

We put so much stock in the power of the family line that we even believe, to some degree, that one person’s goodness might help overcome another person’s weakness. Forget that old adage, ‘You’re only as strong as the weakest link.’ In Mormon theology, it might be possible to assert that ‘You can be as strong as your strongest link if that strongest link is really, really strong.’

Brigham Young, second president of the Mormon church, taught, “Let the father and mothers… take a righteous course, and strive with all their might never to do a wrong, but to do good all their lives; if they have one child or one hundred children, if they conduct themselves towards them as they should, binding them to the Lord by their faith and prayers, I care not where those children go, they are bound up to their parents by an everlasting tie, and no power of earth or hell can separate them from their parents in eternity; they will return again to the fountain from whence they sprang.” Brother Brigham makes it clear that we do believe ourselves bound to each other.

I think it is safe to say that members feel a responsibility for the salvation of not only themselves but for their progenitors and ancestors, a responsibility that stretches backwards and forwards. We believe that no success outside of the home will compensate for failure inside. We believe we cannot be saved without our dead. Mormon parents are even encouraged to rescue their wayward children, long after those children have grown into adults. And these beliefs do bear some positive fruit: greater alertness to the needs of our children and greater appreciation for family members who came before.

But it also seems that this multi-generational concern can sometimes morph into unhealthy attachment, what Buddha recognized as the cause of suffering, and to the degree that we believe ourselves capable of “saving” another person, or being that really, really strong link, we also arrogantly insert ourselves into that person’s journey, trying either to alter the journey’s course or to piggyback onto what should actually be a solo endeavor.

It is wrong thinking. Did we learn nothing from the beloved musical play Carol Lynn Pearson and Lex deAzevedo gave us thirty years ago? Indeed, they didn’t title it Our Turn on Earth.

For example, I am terrified of being honest with my own parents about the current state of my testimony because I do not want to hurt them.  I haven’t left, but I am taking a good hard look around.  Which begs the question, why would it hurt my parents to know I was walking a heartfelt faith journey that included prayer, meditation, study, observation, questioning and exploration? None of these activities is harming me and may, in fact, help me to improve my life. So how on earth could this be hurtful? Well, this might sound latter-day obvious, but it would hurt them because they would A) feel like Mormon parental failures and B) feel that they might lose me in their eternal Celestial Kingdom family. It’s not just “how on earth,” but “how in heaven” as well.

Ah, the celestial family. It’s like an ornament on a Christmas tree. With the right light, a glow from the fireplace or an electric bulb, the ornament shimmers enticingly. The celestial family is a stunningly beautiful notion in that light. But the notion creates some problems too, when the fire goes out, the lights are unplugged, the tree needles fall and the holiday ends. This celestial family ideal creates unhealthy attachment and diminishes our ability to trust other people, specifically the other people in our families. Since church members believe we have a stake in other people’s salvation and might even believe that their false steps impact our eternal joy, we are tempted to exercise unrighteous dominion (see: guilt, manipulation, force, abuse, or general unkindness or Doctrine & Covenants 121:39).

Too often we think we know best, that somehow our mistakes can be recycled into other people’s lessons at our behest. We want to download our conclusions into the hard drives of our children’s (or siblings’ or spouses’) brains. We do not trust them to figure it out on their own. Yes, as a Mormon mother, I know what it feels like to want to “save” my children, to hold them close for the eternities, but as a Mormon daughter, I also know what it feels like to be smothered by the love of one’s parents.

Is there an antidote to this celestial attachment? Should there be? Our celestial family archetype inspires many church members to try harder and do better. It comforts those who have lost a loved one. It answers the big question: “Is this it?” It helps us cherish relationships in the present because we believe ourselves bound together for the long haul. It encourages involvement and investment, and obviously, families need that. Children need parents who love them. The world suffers because of parental neglect. I wouldn’t want to lose those positives. But I am very wary of attaching myself to someone else’s salvation or having other people attach themselves to mine. I’m afraid that the church culture sometimes teaches us the false notion that we can accompany our children or our loved ones down life’s paths, and in that teaching, promotes an untruth that creates suffering.

And yet, I understand that through relationships we learn. Our families are life laboratories. We can teach each other, yes, but we cannot pre-determine all of the lessons. The line between mindful parenting and unhealthy (celestial) attachment is not fixed, but should be examined, not just in the soft glow of lamplight.

I too would love to spend eternity with my children, mostly. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to keeping that celestial ornament in a velvet-lined box in the back of my heart. But I also want to raise them with enough room and trust to walk their individual journeys. I want them to know I love them for who they are now.