How to be a Good Son?

The Monastery   |   Bhikshu Jin Chuan  |   April 8, 2013, 5:00 pm

[This is the sixth in a series of posts reflecting on how I found myself drawn to monasticism despite (or perhaps because of) my upbringing in the Bay Area and providing insight into how the relatively secular environment in which I grew up prompted me to look deeper into the meaning of life.]


The sages have left these standards for being a student.
You first begin with filial respect and then learn to be careful and trustworthy.
Be kind and caring to all and stay near good people.
With any time left, you should devote it to study.

-Standards for Students

To be honest, I never thought about what it meant to be a “good son” until I became interested in Buddhism and the monastic life.  It was an unexpected teaching that really sank in when I became a sophomore in college.

In hindsight, I was a typical callow youth, with an attitude of putting myself first and my parents second.  I remember one story from when I was in pre-school.  My mom gave me a chocolate bar and then asked me if I would share some of it with her.  Reluctantly, I broke the chocolate bar in half, planning on giving her the smaller piece.  To my dismay, I saw that they were both the same size, so what did I do next?  I took a bite out of one half and then sheepishly offered it to her.  Talk about filiality!

That was pretty much my mindset for the next 15 years of my life–I was the center and my parents were there to support and provide for me. And, I took many things for granted, or even resisted things simply out of stubborn rebellion. In fact, there was a lot of things that I didn’t want to do that I was “forced” to do:  play piano, join the swim team, toastmasters, mental math, Chinese school, Boy Scouts, etc.

When I was obsessed with basketball, I remember getting into arguments with my mom about bouncing the basketball around the house.  I needed to practice dribbling! (Reflecting now, I must say that I got the house pretty dirty and it was *ahem* rather loud.)  But I did do well in school and generally stayed out of trouble, so I wasn’t a bad kid as things went.

All of a sudden, I realized how much I have been given in life.

However, after being immersed in Buddhism and monastic culture for 2-3 years, and being instructed by a senior monk to listen to my mother, I began to change my perspective on things.  I wasn’t the center of the world.  My parents weren’t just an obstacle to my aspiration to being a monk.  My universe expanded from the narrow vision of “my life, my path” to an expanded view that included my parents’ perspective of the world.

All of a sudden, I realized how much I have been given in life.  Even my father, whom I thought had always been rather reserved in his emotions and display of affection, had his way of showing his love and care for me and my brother once I started paying attention to what was going on around me. I remember one evening seeing my brother sleeping on the couch in the living room as I walked into the kitchen.  Later, as I came out, I saw my dad putting a blanket on him.  It was extremely natural, nothing big, but it left a deep impression on me.  How many times has my dad covered me with a blanket, worried that I might be cold?

They were constantly trying to give me the best advice they could, hoping that I would live a happy and meaningful life.

I would see my mother tirelessly washing the dishes at night after everyone finished eating, or cooking special vegetarian dishes for me when everyone else was not vegetarian.  Although my mom was not happy with my monastic aspirations, I saw how she was willing to still support it in quiet ways.  The car I drove to the monastery came from them; the roof over my head came from them; and they were constantly trying to give me the best advice they could, hoping that I would live a happy and meaningful life.

In my “do-it-myself,” “pave-my-own-way” mentality, I completely missed everything I had to be grateful for.  And what I quickly found was that gratitude was like a wellspring of joy and rootedness.  It was like awakening to a part of life that I had never really known before.

I began to see why this was the beginning of truly being a person.

My dad made it very clear to me. His best advice was:

“Know your self.”

Nigel 04.16.13, 09:55 AM

The ultimate filial act is to send one’s parents to the land of Ultimate Bliss.

Leaving the home life also is a great act of filiality, whether they approve or not.

Thanks for your sharing your thoughts. Amitabha!

Min Chien 04.25.13, 08:25 PM

thanks for sharing ,learn a lot from your article

kuoyi 07.17.13, 05:16 PM

Amitofo, Dharma Master. I was born and raised in a Christian family and right now I am the only one in the family who is practicing Buddhism without my parents’ knowledge. (They would hurt very much if they knew about this but they do know about me being a vegetarian). When I first became a vegetarian, they were very worried but now they are more accepting of it. I would like to know how your parents eventually accepted or became more accepting of your aspiration to become a monk. Do you have any advice on how I could let my parents know about my Buddhism practice?

Dorothy 08.28.13, 02:19 PM

What made the biggest difference in the relationship was when I took all the energy I was using to “become a monastic” and transferred it into “being a good son.” I used the Standard for Students as a guide on what to do.

Just as an example, the first two verses in Chapter 1: On Being Filial and Respectful, say,

1. When your mother or father is calling,
Do not be slow to respond.
When your parents tell you to do something,
Do not be lazy or sulky.

2. When your parents need to instruct you,
You should listen with patient respect.
Whenever your parents must scold you,
Accept it with faithful compliance.

Just to apply these two verses in daily life is not easy at all. What it meant to me was that whenever they asked me to do anything: “Dinner time! Can you help with … ? etc.” I would put down what I was doing and do what they asked for immediately.

When they would correct me, I would not try to defend myself, but welcome their feedback by repeating what they said to them to make sure I understood them clearly, asking for examples, and how they recommended I improve.

My experience was that our relationship changed drastically. To be honest, I would only go home for a weekend at a time because I didn’t have the samadhi to be filial all the time. I had to prepare myself a bit before going home, either by bowing, meditation, etc., and I took the opportunity of relating to parents as a chance to see myself more clearly and practice filiality.

Over the years, they could see that I had really changed–and I felt that I really understood them much better as well.

So, roughly 13 years later, I have now been able to become a Bhikshu, and my parents and family came to support me on this journey. A real blessing.

Jin Chuan 08.28.13, 08:55 PM

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