Arg... my MOTHER!

I'm actually glad to hear a range of people expressing their views about their relationships with their moms. Mother-daughter (and mother-son) relationships are VERY complicated. Well, heck, relationships in general are complicated. And we all have to be accountable for our own share of the blame in poor relationships -- it's easy to see only our side and blame the other person for everything. But having said that, I also think it's important for those who have been badly abused (emotionally, physically, or mentally) by their mothers to be able to acknowledge it. Those people miss mothering, which some mothers are not capable of doing.
 
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I know I'm doing better at "mom-ing" than my mother did. And yes, my mother sometimes drives me nuts.

And even though I know I'm not the ice-cold witch that Mom could be, I know my daughters think I'm nuts. I've been called a helicopter parent recently
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I read the definition and then told them I wasn't living up to the definition but I could change that. They begged me not to
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I was scared of my mom at their age. They are not scared of me. Sometimes that's a bad thing! But I do think they respect me, mostly, when their brains are on and the teenage hormones aren't in control.

But I did recently call my mom, apologized for anything I ever did to make her life he77 when I was a teenager, and asked her to please forgive me and call my own teenage daughter off me
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She got a REALLY big laugh out of that.
 
My mother - I love my mother. But as for mothering, I've felt since I can remember, and I mean young, young, young, that I had to take care of my mother. She's fragile. She can be a first class b with an itch, but she can also be very caring (that's more the norm now that she's older, 74, and alone, and has time to think and can think clearly). It's tough, as someone else said, mother-child relationships can be strange. We're gardening buddies, we do a lot together, and I'm the one she gives the least grief to, because she knows I'll hand it right back to her if I have to. I don't hurt her, but I let her know enough is enough. Heck, at 52, you'd think I'd learn!
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She's my mother, and she's all I've got for a mother, and she's going to be sadly missed when she's no longer here. The mother I have now, I mean. The one I had growing up - glad to see her gone.
 
Good mothers or not-so-good mothers, they're all human. Some miss their wonderful mothers and others miss not having a mother they could call wonderful. Let's all just strive to be the best mothers we can be within the realm of human imperfection. And for those who aren't mothers yet, learn lessons from your mother whether she reached perfection in your eyes or fell short.
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My mom died when I was 19.

I truly miss her and her cooking!

Sure wish I had some of those recipes that she used to make!

But she sure could be a pain and I do try to do things differently for/to my own children. But she tried hard and I realize what a pain I was too!
 
Ok now y'all try to top this!!

I was in tears until a few minutes ago, because I just got off the phone with my mom (I actually hung up on her- first time ever; that's how bad it was).
Here's the story. DOH and I are getting married in October and my best friend and my sister are going to be bridesmaids. I've picked out the colors for their dresses months ago, and my sister was even here when we picked out the color. It's a burgundy/wine red. My mom has been complaining for weeks that she doesn't like that color! I mean, seriously complaining. She wants me to change it to brown, since my sister already has a nice brown dress. But like I said, I've already gotten the flowers for my bouquet and for the bridesmaid's bouquets ordered when I first decided on that color; months ago. So I can't "just change it". It's just insane.
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My mother died when I was 8 and my dad married again when I was 10. Ithank God for my stepmother, she had 3 girls of her own, 1 only a year older then me but she never made any difference between her girls and me.And growing up I admit I was a pill, Iasked her once later in life after my girls were born how did she put up with someone like me and the answer she gave was I loved You. I also had a great MIL. both are dead now and have been for probably 15 years, and Oh how I would love to talk to either one of the 3.I try to stay out of my DD andDD in law business, any question that asked of me I just answer don't know, do what you think is right, and hope I have raised them to make the right decision whatever the problem is. marrie
 
Beginin of a rant... Take warnin!

I'm an only kid, and I was raised by my Ma and Nana. No one (except my Nana and my Texas uncle) ever understood where I was comin from or how I thought. The only reason them two never yelled at me or tried to change me is because I am just like my Texas uncle, and we get along great, and my Texas uncle is my Nana's brother, so she already knows how to deal with us honery ones!
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Now back on the subject of Ma's... All I heard growin up was along these lines... "Quit talkin like a hillbilly! Youve got better up-bringin than that!" "Why do you always wear overalls?" and when I'd change out of my overalls... "Why do you always wear huntin clothes?" "Can you put down that **** fiddle already?" Just nag, nag, nag, nag, nag. Ma always tried to make me somethin I aint, and Nana and uncle always suppoted everything (just about) that I done. So I'm glad I have Nana and my Uncle, and I'm glad I'm outa Ma's way.

I feel better now.
 

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