The election is over. If you’re one of those odd people whose lives were totally consumed by politics, you can try re-engaging real life again. Which means, I’ve caught up on the important things I missed during the election season. I’m watching Reba.
Country queen Reba McEntire released a video with Kenny Chesney this summer that I got to see only in the wake of the election results: “Every Other Weekend.” It’s sweet enough. Unless you’ve got a Lifetime of context.
You see — and I’m sure many of you know this — Reba has also been the star of an eponymous sitcom that’s now a Lifetime Channel mainstay. On Reba
, McEntire plays a “single mom, who works too hard. Who loves her kids and never stops. With gentle hands and the heart of a fighter.” Reba, naturally, sings this theme song, which ends with: “I’m a survivor.”
The Reba character is a single mom because her dopey (usually the case in sitcoms) husband cheated on her. His mistress got pregnant and now the happy couple are living next door, which at least gives him a continued role in his three children’s lives. Hijinks ensue, naturally. But there’s more than that. The oldest of the three children got pregnant herself during the course of the upheaval in the family. She and the father of the child get married, and live under Mom’s roof. Why am I subjecting you to this soap opera? Because it’s more than that. It’s not salacious or glorifying divorce in any way. On this show, everyone, through mistakes and example, learns. It’s a mess, but it’s a redemptive one. There’s a goodness to it, despite it all. These characters’ lives are about trying, sinning, forgiving. There is even church. There’s love, ultimately — real love, not drive-by satisfaction.
Which is why I was so jarred when I saw McEntire’s “Weekend” video. She’s had songs describing just about every type of relationship, good and bad. She’s been wronged. She’s been sad. She’s been angry. Curious, wondering “Is There Life Out There?” Fed up. Trying again. But here, she has her daughter and son-in-law from Reba acting out her duet about divorce.
It’s complicated, as divorce can be. As marriage is. They clearly don’t actually want to be divorced. She misses him. He needs her. Still, they think they did the best thing for the kids. But clearly they didn’t: They’re both miserable as they shift the kids from house to house every other weekend.
The children, of course, are not better off. The kids are not all right, to play with the title of a movie from the last few months. As W. Bradford Wilcox of the University of Virginia recently wrote in National Affairs, an invaluable social-science journal: “The divorce revolution’s collective consequences for children are striking. Taking into account both divorce and non-marital childbearing, sociologist Paul Amato estimates that if the United States enjoyed the same level of family stability today as it did in 1960, the nation would have 750,000 fewer children repeating grades, 1.2 million fewer school suspensions, approximately 500,000 fewer acts of teenage delinquency, about 600,000 fewer kids receiving therapy, and approximately 70,000 fewer suicide attempts every year. As Amato concludes, turning back the family-stability clock just a few decades could significantly improve the lives of many children.”