Any discussion about mothers can quickly become a ‘bitchfest’ or a eulogy…there’s rarely a neutral platform that a mother stands upon. Some of us learn our mothering skills from our own mother, some from watching the mothers of friends. I remember being a young girl and patterning my future mothering skills on my best friend’s Mom. She had infinite patience, great negotiating skills and virtually nothing bad to say to any human under the age of 90. I wanted to be her when I grew up.
And so I did, or at least tried to emulate what I had seen in her. I was the neighborhood “Mom” because while other mothers were out earning a living, I made mine in a small studio attached to our home. I was there when the scrapes and bruises occurred; when fights broke out both fierce and friendly; when a child or teenager needed to ‘vent’ about someone or something in their life. I didn’t judge or at least I didn’t express my judgement of others in front of those tender psyches. I was by no means a saint as my children will be the first to tell you. But what I learned in my childhood years was that children need to have someone they can talk to without fear of reprisal or the summoning of guilt. I think the greatest gift anyone ever gave me was when my daughter’s best friend came to me several years ago, gave me a hug and told me that she had learned to be a mother by watching me. Is there anything better than being a role model? I, at least, don’t think so.
Linking up to Kim Klassen’s Friday Finds
Another promise made in the New Year…to join more Blog Hops. So today I’m also joining Romantic Home with this post.
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