Billy Ray Cyrus is famous in his own right, sort of. In the 1990’s he became a star for a song that was better known for its title, Achy Breaky Heart, than its melody. But in recent years he’s become better known for being the father of Miley Cyrus, the much adored but increasingly scorned star of the Disney television show Hannah Montana.
Today, he’s a broken man. He said as much – multiple times – in a recent rambling and monologic interview with GQ Magazine. And, frankly, anyone reading the article with an ounce or two of humanity in them is likely to feel some pangs of sympathy for a man who longs, above all else, to have his family back and intact.
At times the Cyrus interview reads almost like a confession, a lengthy admission of his failures and regrets. At other times it reminds me (though I’m sure many others won’t see it this way) of the biblical laments of King David – expressions of shame and pain out of which a clarity about life and priorities emerges.
Now, please don’t send me letters pointing out the immense chasm that exists between the author of the 23rd Psalm and the author of trite 1990’s country balladry. I get it. My point is that the vast expanse of history reveals a human propensity to learn lessons through failure, some of which is far more painful and costly than others. And in this case, Cyrus seems to be teetering on the edge of profound despair over some fateful decisions he made years ago, even as his moral vision grows clearer.
He regrets choosing to be Miley’s friend instead of being her father. And he regrets ceding power to Miley’s handlers, who appear much more interested in the teen star’s ability to make them all rich than they are in her wellbeing and character.
But the greatest regret seems to be the decision he made years ago to do the show in the first place. After declaring that the show “destroyed my family,” he answers a question about whether or not he regrets doing Hannah Montana in the first place:
“I hate to say it, but yes, I do. Yeah. I’d take it back in a second. For my family to be here [at his home in Tennessee rather than Los Angeles] and just be everybody okay, safe and sound and happy and normal, would have been fantastic. Heck, yeah. I’d erase it all in a second if I could.”
You can’t help but feel for the guy. He’s caught between what could have been and what is.
Now, largely because of what I do as a commentator on the family, I’ve grown accustomed to mining for lessons in stories like these. Because we humans are so much more alike than we are different, I can always discover hints of myself – and of others – in people’s adventures and foibles.
One might scoff and say, “A lesson for me in the Billy Ray and Miley train wreck? Well, yeah…If I ever happen to have a child earning millions in the entertainment industry.”
But the Cyrus family morality play – being lived out in front of a gawking public – has many of the same themes running through it as do the lives of most families. The difference is one of scale, not substance.
Most of us wrestle, perhaps subconsciously at least, with questions about how to parent our children well. And many succumb to the temptation to be a friend to our children (a role that can be filled by hundreds) instead of being who we should be – the parent.
We wrestle with priorities, often finding ourselves enticed by things that seem good – popularity and achievement, to name a couple – that can actually destroy us if they are not grounded in values and strong family relationships.
In the end, this heartbreaking story simply reminds me that my first order of business as a father and husband is not to drive my family and kids toward material riches, but to guide them toward genuine relational wellbeing. After all, right about now, Billy Ray Cyrus would trade all that apparent success for a healthy and happy family life in suburban Nashville.



