Discern Blame from Responsibility

Aug 3 , 2019
By Eden Sahle

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My childhood took a sudden unexpected turn about the time I turned nine years old. My mother had taken an abruptly planned trip to Asmera to visit her brother who had fallen ill. It was supposed to be a five-day trip. But the war between Ethiopia and Eritrea started unexpectedly three days into her journey, and she got stuck there. To make matters worse, my uncle passed away too.

The news of not being able to see my mother came as a shock, not just to my siblings and me, but to my father as well. All the responsibility of the family fell on his shoulders. He was recovering from surgery at the time. For my family, our world was turning upside down, hearing one scary piece of news after another. Compounding the problem, just when my father needed all the support he could get from friends and family, many of them were also forced out of the country. My father was lonely when he needed people the most. Later, we learned my mother had decided to remain in Eritrea, insisting that it should be us who should join her there, because she felt aggrieved by Ethiopia.

The whole family was miserable for months afterward. We could not make sense of our new situation and my mother’s decision. As my father struggled with his new responsibilities, we developed unusual strength and supported our father to recover from his physical and emotional wounds. We did not understand what was going on, but we remained optimistic, hoping for things to get better.

I made peace with the fact that our lives had just changed forever, and I would not have a normal childhood. We could not freely share our family situation with friends, and that made it challenging to play with them, acting as if nothing happened. Circumstances were particularly tricky for me, as I was outgoing and extra friendly toward everyone. I had to cut off my school friends, because I did not want to discuss my family situation.

After six years, slowly, my thinking began to shift. I started to understand that my mother had done something selfish toward me and everyone in the family. I blamed her for that, but I did not make her responsible for my sadness, because it was my obligation to make myself happy again. I accept the fact that my mother wasn’t willing to join us in Addis Abeba. I had to make peace with that, and I did. No question we were innocent victims in the two countries’ political crisis. But I did not want to enable the pain to continue and make me a bitter person. My mother’s decision to stay behind, while one of the most aching experiences I have ever had, was also one of the most important and powerful experiences of my life that made me who I am today.

I credit it with giving me momentous personal growth, understanding others, responsibility and forgiveness. I learned more from my mother’s action and the unfortunate war than all of my life experiences put together.

Unusually, not having a mother nearby and having a father who was busy with so many things permitted me to be responsible for my actions early on.  The painful moment of my life was also the most enlightening. I intentionally chose not to make anyone responsible for my problems even if they might have caused them. I came to a truthful realisation that there is a difference between blaming someone for one’s circumstances and that person’s responsibility for our problem. Nobody else is ever in control of how we see things but us.

At any given time, people or governance may be to blame for our discontent, but we decide how we react to it.  As humans, one of our natural gifts is the ability to choose how we perceive and value things.

Three years ago, my mother decided to join us in Ethiopia after close to two decades of separation. From the family to the society to the country, all the way to the governments, she made everyone responsible and made herself a victim in the long-term separation. She can blame governments for causing the crisis, but they are not responsible for the decision that caused her to miss out in her children and family life. My mother refused to accept her responsibility, and it did not help her in any way, because life does not work that way. There is no healing in being irresponsible but in taking responsibility in our actions and forgiving ourselves to move forward freely.

My mother is no exception. It is a widespread reaction. It is exciting to take credit for success. Nevertheless, taking responsibility for our mistakes and problems is far more critical. It defines our personalities, because that is where real self-awareness and growth comes from. True maturity in life happens by being honest to ourselves and confronting our most significant failures and challenges. Without failures and getting back up again, life does not function properly.

There are many problems that we are not at fault for, yet we are still responsible for them. These include the bad governance, the countrywide inefficiencies, division, and living in a society that looks down on others by labeling people in so many condescending ways.

Whether we realise it or not, we are always taking an active role in the good and bad that is happening around us. We are still choosing the values by which we live and attitudes by which we treat others. Whoever caused the problem is irrelevant, because pointing figures never solved anything. Freedom means knowing that we have the power to make the right choices in life.

Things like focusing on the bigger picture such as enhancing our skills, working efficiently, supporting others, being compassionate to everyone and humility can be experienced anytime. We have to orient our mind in a responsible way to develop such habits. These values are already within us. Life requires solving deeper problems rather than avoiding them through blames and irresponsibility.

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PUBLISHED ON Aug 03,2019 [ VOL 20 , NO 1005]

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