My mother probably shouldn’t have become a mother. She needed all the attention focused on her, preventing her from giving too much of it to little kids who needed plenty of encouragement, affection, and emotional support. She was pleased as punch to tell everyone, “Geri was toilet trained at 10 months old.” You read it right. 10 months old! The quicker she could get me out of diapers, the more time she’d have to focus on herself. It annoyed her to change diapers. That was mom all the way. If I invited her somewhere that was important to me, and it interfered with her social activities, she wasn’t interested. When my son was born, she reluctantly came to help me out but I told her to leave after one night because she really wanted to be home with my father, not with her new grandchild.
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I saw Mommie Dearest when I was little and it seriously disturbed me. I caught it on tv late last night, it was the first time I’ve seen it since I was little. It still upsets me. I am lucky enough to have the greatest mother in the universe. She was born to be a mom, she’s caring, supportive, unselfish, and so loving. I thank God every day that I am so blessed to have a mother like her, and I feel just terrible for the ppl who don’t have a mom like mine.
Kathleen Klatt says:
My mother was a Joan Crawford clone. She not only looked like (almost spooky) but she practiced her facial expressions in the mirror. When I saw the movie “Mommy Dearest”, I thought I was seeing a movie about my mother. Funny thing is that my mother knew her. She worked with her at the studios. My mother was a costume designer under Edith Head.
Over the years I found “mother replacements” I think my Mother In Law was about the best and also my aunt, who was a loving and attentive Aunt/substitute mother.
It took me a long time to get the thought out of my head, that “if your mother didn’t love you, nobody could” but in the end I went to take care of her and be her advocate when she was in a home dieing. I was determined that I should feel no guilt and I don’t. I read to her every day before she died. It released me from my hurt and pain. I guess in a way I forgave her.
Kate Line Snider says:
MY other was a model of loving attention, supporting everything I did and encouraging my talents and abilities.She supported my professional choices and my choices in love. She always spoke well of me, her only child.She encouraged all my children to respect and praise me, and especially to appreciate my housekeeping and sacrifices.
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