Needing the Needy
I have a long-standing interest in Catholic Social Teaching, and particularly in exploring how Faith can and should shape our ordering of the economic sphere of human action. I've written about these issues in the past: Most notably, I was the first place winner in the 1996 Acton Institute Essay Competition, with an essay entitled "Poverty, Virtue, and Grace".
My interest in the matters has allowed me to meet and get to know some thoughtful, very faithful people, one of whom is my friend Jenny Roback Morse. She's an economist and Research Fellow at the Hoover Institution, a regular contributor to the National Catholic Register and has appeared in the Wall Street Journal and Forbes. She's the author of Love and Economics: Why the Laissez-Faire Family Doesn't Work. Most importantly, she's a mother and faithful Catholic.
She has contributed a chapter to a new book published by the Intercollegiate Studies Institute: Wealth, Poverty
and Human Destiny. Her chapter is titled "Making Room in the Inn: Why We Need the Needy", and she has allowed me to post this excerpt here:
The self-sufficient, autonomous individual is at the heart of America's economic and political institutions. But some people are legitimately dependent on others. Children are profoundly, if temporarily, dependent on their parents. The elderly and the sick are dependent on others. The seriously disabled, and the mentally ill are permanently dependent. The problem of the legitimately dependent can not be finessed or argued away...This ubiquity of unavoidable helplessness points to the possibility that dependency is not peripheral to the social order, but is somehow central to it.
I maintain that we are afraid to look too closely at dependent people because they remind us that our own independence is fragile. The rational faculty is a gift that allows us to think and to choose, which in turn, makes our freedom and autonomy possible. But our rationality is not a necessary fact about us; any one of us could get a bump on the head that would make us radically dependent on others. This is why we should not view our rationality or independence as the source of our value or dignity as persons. It is also a mistake to view people exclusively in terms of what they do for us, unless we expand our understanding of service. ...
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to find out just what kind of unconventional service the radically dependent person can provide for us. My husband's mother became seriously ill. She was diagnosed with breast cancer, at about the same time that we (finally) realized that she had Alzheimer's. Her judgement, her memory and her ability to take care of herself were deteriorating rapidly, at exactly the time that her illness made her even more needy. We told ourselves that we wanted to honor her independence as long as possible. That was only part of the truth. We also did not really want to admit that the mind of this wonderful person was fading away before our eyes. It finally became clear to us that she needed to move in with us.
Our son and daughter got to help take care of Grandma during those last six months of her life. She was a lovely, delightful person, easy to take care of. I made a game of it for the kids. I would summon them by clapping my hands and calling, "Elves, I need some elves. Grandmama needs a tissue," or whatever it was she needed. The kids would come running, tumbling over themselves to be the first one to bring Grandma whatever it was. She never failed to laugh at this, and the kids never failed to be pleased with themselves.
Grandma took a turn for the worse while my son and I were away on a trip to Switzerland and Washington D.C. My husband called us to tell us to be prepared for the worst. When we got home, it was unusually hot and humid, and the family was keeping wet towels around Grandma's neck, and trying to f eed her ice chips to suck on. Nico went right to her room, and began talking to her about our trip. She couldn't say much, but she smiled at him. I stayed with her, and watched as the kids went outside to play together. Nico showed his sister his favorite souvenirs, a noisy cow horn from Switzerland, and a kazoo in the shape of a duck's beak from "D.C. Ducks."
These kids just happened to play right outside Grandma's window, where she could see and hear them. She was happy just to watch them and listen to their noise. They just happened to bring their board game into Grandma's room and play at the foot of her bed. I didn't tell them to do it. They didn't talk about what they were doing. But it was obvious: they wanted to be near Grandma because it would make her happy to see them there. Somehow, the two of them intuited that it was good for them to be near a dying woman whom they loved.
It might seem that they were doing her a service, and that she got all the benefits in this situation. She plainly took pleasure just in being close to these children. She didn't look very good, in fact, her appearance was alarming. She was dying, she couldn't do anything for herself. She would never be able to do anything for them.
But she did give them something: They got to know that they were of value to her, simply by being there. They didn't have to do anything to be important to her and be loved by her. They got to have the experience of being valued simply because they exist. That is as close to unconditional love as a person can get this side of heaven. Surely, this experience of unconditional love is crucial for the foundation of a healthy personality, and sense of self-worth. Certainly, that is how a mother wants her children to feel. What could I have done that could convey that message any more powerfully than their grandmother did on her deathbed?
This is ultimately the contribution of the dependent to the rest of us: they teach us how to love, and be loved.