I gave my 87 yr-old NM a book to read, a novel about the families of school shooters (
19 Minutes by Jodi Picoult). She likes it (it is a wonderfully articulate story) but kept asking me, "But you can tell those parents loved those kids! So how did these kids turn to this?" Over and over she asked. Finally I said that no matter how much the parents loved these kids, they were oblivious to the kids, didn't see 'em, didn't hear 'em, were too self-involved to have any idea of who their kids really were. The parents never took the time (this is crystal clear in the book) to get to know these kids, to really talk to 'em.
My NM's reply was ----
are you ready? ----- "I noticed the kids never talked to the parents. Why wouldn't they go to the parents when something was bothering them?"

My response - about how it's the parents responsibility to make it as comfortable as possible for kids to talk to them, it's not the kids responsibility 'cuz the parents are the adults, and if the parents would take their heads out of their self-involved behinds they might be able to see their kids are in trouble (of course I didn't word it that way with her) - really rocked her.
I was treading on thin ice here 'cuz we have never, ever broached the subject on a personal level. I was talking about our rel'ship through the book, naturally, so I had to be careful not to accuse her. My response was obviously Chinese to her, but, since we were "only" talking about a book, she took it in and only replied, "Oh."
It was an interesting moment anyway. I wasn't trying to get her to see her behavior; just using a nonthreatening vehicle, like a bestseller, to see how much she could talk about it.
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