Family is a somewhat difficult subject for Percy and his demigod friends, as well as for the actual gods in the story. Every character, no matter how divine or mortal they might be, has a difficult relationship with at least one family member: Percy hates his stepdad, Smelly Gabe, and he resents his father at times; his friend Annabeth has a rocky relationship with her dad and stepmom; and the sibling relationships between the gods Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades are fraught at best. Though familial relationships in the novel are overwhelmingly tense and marred by feelings of jealousy, abandonment, or distrust, The Lightning Thief nevertheless shows that love, kindness, and honesty are what hold families together—no matter how convoluted or seemingly broken families may be.
Up until Percy discovers that he’s a demigod, his father’s absence doesn’t meaningfully bother him or impact his life. This is mostly because Percy has a loving, strong, and supportive relationship with his mom, despite her seeming bad taste in romantic partners. Mom is so kind, loving, and supportive of Percy that the absence of other family members simply isn’t worth worrying about; he has all the support he thinks he needs. Once Percy arrives at Camp Half-Blood, however, he discovers that he’s in the minority when it comes to having loving family at home, and when it comes to not experiencing a sense of abandonment in regards to the demigods’ divine parents. Luke, who’s the god Hermes’s son and the head counselor in the Hermes cabin, never mentions his mortal mother—but he’s openly bitter about the fact that Hermes has expressed little or no interest in him. This state of affairs isn’t at all abnormal at Camp Half-Blood: most gods, it seems, spend little time worrying about the children they’ve had with mortals. And yet, being gods and goddesses, the divine parents of the demigods nevertheless demand piety and reverence from their half-blood children—even those they’ve never met. Percy learns quickly that it’s not a good idea to say anything bad about the gods or his growing frustrations with his dad. At first, Percy doesn’t know who his dad is and so must wait for a sign, a waiting period that’s understandably frustrating and heartbreaking. Then, when Poseidon finally does claim Percy, Percy thinks of Poseidon as nothing more than a powerful, demanding presence, not like how Percy believes a dad should be. In other words, young demigods have little power to advocate for better treatment or more attention from their divine parents—and trying to advocate for oneself could feasibly result in punishment from the gods.
Although anger and difficulties among family members are most evident in the young demigods at Camp Half-Blood, Percy also takes great care to note that the demigods aren’t the only ones dealing with a traumatizing family history. Most notably, Percy must deal with the aftermath of the Titan Kronos’s attempts to eat his children, including Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. This event happened thousands of years ago, and the gods were successful in undermining their father’s efforts—and yet, the effects of Kronos’s actions reverberate even in Percy’s present, as Kronos attempts to regain power and free himself from his Underworld prison. Meanwhile, in the Underworld, Hades chafes under the rules insisting that he can only join his brothers in Olympus during the winter solstice meeting. Like any seemingly forgotten and misunderstood brother, Hades longs to prove himself and earn the respect from his brothers that he’s never had. And unfortunately for all the gods, fractured, unhappy, or jealous relationships among family members is the norm, not an anomaly—and Hade’s sadness and unhappiness are proof that in difficult family situations like these, everyone suffers.
Despite the prevalence of these dysfunctional family situations and the implication that such messiness and unhappiness isn’t going to change any time soon, the novel nevertheless suggests that on a more individual level, it is possible to improve one’s relationships to family members. Improvement happens, the novel suggests, when people are willing to be honest, apologize, and commit to their own improvement. Because Percy has such a strong relationship with Mom, he’s in a unique situation to be able to advise Annabeth in regards to her rocky relationship with her dad and her dad’s wife, who despises Annabeth for putting the other children in the family in danger. Because of this, Annabeth has been a year-round camper at Camp Half-Blood since she was seven years old. However, Percy is able to convince Annabeth that it’s worth it to try to improve things with her dad—he’s the parent with a better chance of being involved in Annabeth’s life, after all. Annabeth takes Percy’s advice to heart and apologizes to her dad for her past bad behavior—and fortunately, her dad is willing to accept the apology and commit to having Annabeth home for the school year.
Even more cathartically for Percy, he finally gets to meet Poseidon when he returns Zeus’s thunderbolt to him. Importantly, as Percy enters the throne room and greets his father for the first time, he notes that Poseidon looks distant and unreadable. In Percy’s opinion, this is far better than an upfront apology or a proclamation of fatherly love—neither he nor Poseidon, Percy realizes, are sure how they feel about their relationship to each other. Distance, Percy believes, is the most honest reaction they could give each other, as it leaves room for them to build a better relationship in the future. Through this, The Lightning Thief makes it clear that when it comes to family, honesty—even if the honest answer to how one feels about a familial relationship is “I don’t know”—is far superior to meaningless displays of affection. This may not give people or gods the loving, close relationships they desire, but it nevertheless gives individuals the room to find out who they are within a family and work to improve their relationships with other family members.
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Family Quotes in The Lightning Thief
“I wish he could see you, Percy. He would be so proud.”
I wondered how she could say that. What was so great about me? A dyslexic, hyperactive boy with a D+ report card, kicked out of school for the sixth time in six years.
“That’s the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his son. Sometimes it happens.”
“You mean sometimes it doesn’t?”
Annabeth ran her palm along the rail. “The gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and don’t always...Well, sometimes they don’t care about us, Percy. They ignore us.”
Just when I’d started to feel accepted, to feel like I had a home in cabin eleven and I might be a normal kid—or as normal as you can be when you’re a half-blood—I’d been separated out as if I had some rare disease.
“Remind me again—why do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
[...] “Look...we’re just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals.”
“Why?”
She sighed. “How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena’s temple, which is hugely disrespectful. Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron saint for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her.”
“You should be grateful, Percy. Your stepfather smells so repulsively human he could mask the presence of any demigod. As soon as I took a whiff inside his Camaro, I knew: Gabe has been covering your scent for years. If you hadn’t lived with him every summer, you probably would’ve been found by monsters a long time ago. Your mom stayed with him to protect you. She was a smart lady. She must’ve loved you a lot to put up with that guy—if that makes you feel any better.”
“I appeared on my father’s doorstep, in a golden cradle [...] You’d think my dad would remember that as a miracle, right? Like, maybe he’d take some digital photos or something. But he always talked about my arrival as if it were the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to him. When I was five he got married and totally forgot about Athena. He got a ‘regular’ mortal wife, and had two ‘regular’ mortal kids, and tried to pretend I didn’t exist.”
“Can’t we work together a little?” I pleaded. “I mean, didn’t Athena and Poseidon ever cooperate?”
Annabeth had to think about it. “I guess...the chariot,” she said tentatively. “My mom invented it, but Poseidon created horses out of the crests of waves. So they had to work together to make it complete.”
“Then we can cooperate, too. Right?”
“So if the gods fight,” I said, “will things line up the way they did with the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?”
She put her head against the backpack Ares had given us, and closed her eyes. “I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll fight next to you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?”
I looked at them both, and felt really grateful. Only a few minutes before, I’d almost gotten them stretched to death on deluxe water beds, and now they were trying to be brave for my sake, trying to make me feel better.
Immediately I knew that’s where I wanted to go when I died.
“That’s what it’s all about,” Annabeth said, like she was reading my thoughts. That’s the place for heroes.”
But I thought of how few people there were in Elysium, how tiny it was compared to the Fields of Asphodel or even the Fields of Punishment. So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.
“More security ghouls,” he moaned. “Traffic problems at the judgment pavilion. Double overtime for the staff. I used to be a rich god, Percy Jackson. I control all the precious metals under the earth. But my expenses!”
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“Problems everywhere, and I’ve got to handle all of them personally. The commute time alone from the palace to the gates is enough to drive me insane! And the dead just keep arriving.”
“Hades will be mad at both Zeus and Poseidon, because he doesn’t know who took this. Pretty soon, we got a nice little three-way slugfest going on.”
“But they’re your family!” Annabeth protested.
Ares shrugged. “Best kind of war. Always the bloodiest. Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.”
I realize Hades must’ve built his palace to resemble this one. He wasn’t welcomed in Olympus except on the winter solstice, so he’d built his own Olympus underground. Despite my bad experience with him, I felt a little sorry for the guy. To be banished from this place seemed really unfair. It would make anybody bitter.
I got the feeling Poseidon really didn’t know what to think of me. He didn’t know whether he was happy to have me as a son or not. In a strange way, I was glad that Poseidon was so distant. If he’d tried to apologize, or told me he loved me, or even smiled, it would’ve felt fake. Like a human dad, making some lame excuse for not being around. I could live with that. After all, I wasn’t sure about him yet, either.
I moved back into cabin three, but it didn’t feel so lonely anymore. I had my friends to train with during the day. At night, I lay awake and listened to the sea, knowing my father was out there. Maybe he wasn’t quite sure about me yet, maybe he hadn’t even wanted me born, but he was watching. And so far, he was proud of what I’d done.
“That’s not an easy quest,” I said. “Hercules did it.”
“Exactly,” Luke said. “Where’s the glory in repeating what others have done? [...] and when I came back, all I got was pity. I wanted to pull Olympus down stone by stone right then, but I bided my time. I began to dream of Kronos.”