My mother, aged 16 in 1941
I’m lucky, I guess, for in a lifetime that has spanned 63 years so far, I have had the fortune to have had three mother figures in my life.
My real mother was a drama queen. She was critical and anxious and depressed and ultimately bitter. She lacked warmth and found affection giving difficult and awkward, but she was my mother and I loved her in a dutiful way that was as exasperating as it was hard work.
My grandmother and my elder sister were the warm constants in my life. They brought laughter to a sad home life and gave me a taste and an attraction to warm people with big hearts.
They allowed me to balance my own psychi, and taught me empathy, and kindness and showed me that encouragement not criticism was the way forward .
If you are lucky you have a mom that nurtures and enables
My mother could not share that gift
But my surrogates could ……
Yes, not all of us have been blessed with loving mothers but you have been fortunate to have your sister and grandmother to give you that affection that we all crave.
ReplyDeleteI am envious of those who have experienced that.
Why does it take us this many decades of life to start to really understand this? One of my grandmothers was my safe haven.
ReplyDeleteWhat's that famous quotation by Canadian poet Alden Nowlan? "The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise."
ReplyDeleteIt's taken some years of therapy for me to figure out my late mother. My wounded inner little girl self weeps for the warm and close relationship she wanted from her mom and didn't get. My healed adult self weeps for my Mom and what she never got and so needed as a child; she couldn't help but pass that on. Generational trauma. It's real.
ReplyDeleteHow heartbreaking to have had a cold and difficult parent or parents but am grateful to all of the warm and caring adults who shine the light of love, approval, trust, and hope on all around them. John, how wonderful that your older sister was in your home and your grandmother was close enough to help.
ReplyDeleteDH had a horrid, crazy father and is still wounded.
Hugs!
I'm so glad that you had other mother figures to nurture you in the way that your "real" mother couldn't. I always say, that for children to thrive, they need to be happy and know they are loved. I'm sure you and your readers know this poem, but it never hurts to be reminded! xx
ReplyDeletePoem by Dorothy Law Nolte
If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice.
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world.
My Mom could often find the one little thing wrong when I tried to do something well. It always bothered me. But I know she loved me and was trying to be helpful maybe? She had a very rough life as a child and she took good care of us.
ReplyDeleteI believe I had many women in my life growing up who served as very loving examples of what it is to freely give love and support to a child. To make that child feel special.
ReplyDeleteIn a good way. Not a negative way. To accept that child as they are. I look back and consider these women to have been my angels, my teachers, perhaps my saviors. I have tried to be that woman to others who have needed those things, especially when it has come to those from the LGBTQ community whose parents have had difficulty in accepting who their children are. And you know what? Those encounters and relationships have given me more than I could ever have given them.
You were very kind to your mother, John. I’m glad you had warm relationships with your grandmother and older sister. I still have trauma from childhood due to (mostly) my mother but also had a grandmother who loved unconditionally. No child should have to grow up thinking their mother hates them.
ReplyDeleteI'm lucky, I had a good mum. And I'm sad because I wasn't a good mum.
ReplyDelete