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Mommy Dearest ...

I
have written on this subject before; but today it is on my mind again. 
I suppose it is because Mother's Day is rapidly approaching.

My
mother has always be a strong-willed woman who expected more from me
than I could ever give to any one person.  From the time I was a small
girl, she managed to make me feel I was a disappointment.  She always
let me know in subtle ways that I just was never quite what she hoped I
would be.

Consequently,
I became an over-achiever, trying to please her by making stellar
grades in school, by being an outstanding athlete, by being a leader in
groups, and by making myself into a model child.

However,
the more I did, it seemed the more she expected; and the subtle
"put-downs" became less than subtle as I moved into adulthood.

If
I said "No" when she demanded something of me, I was "ungrateful", and
I would live to regret it.  If I said "Yes," she expected me to say
"Yes" every time she called and wanted something.

She
never wanted to babysit my children so that I could have a free
evening.  Once when I asked her to watch the girls, she said, "All
right! But I want you to know I raised my children, and I don't intend
to raise yours."  I never asked her again to watch the girls.

She
could say the cruelest things to me.  Another time, when my daughter
and grandson were living in Texas, she and I went to visit them. 
Grandson was only about three at the time.  They had lived in Oklahoma
prior to that, and I had seen him nearly every day.  He was my only
grandchild at the time, and I was extremely attached to him.  I missed
him terribly when they moved to Texas. 

When
we left, I had tears in my eyes.  Mother looked at me and said, "He's
not yours and you can't have him, so just get over it."

I could never understand why she would make such cruel statements as that to me.
One
of my aunts told my daughter recently that she wished I would visit
Mother more now that she is in a nursing home.  "But I understand why
she doesn't," my aunt said, "given the way her mother has always
treated her."

I love my mother; but, to be perfectly honest, I don't like her very much.


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