My mum when I was growing up wasn't really nice to us, she used to shout at us a lot, slapped me and hit me a lot up to about 13 when I finally snapped and told her to stop or I will hit her back, never hugged me or told me she loved me, and would scream at us for small things. I had a very challenging time during my teenage years because I generally just found it horrible being at home and I self harmed, was suicidal and had an eating disorder.
Fast forward 15 years, I now have a 3 year old DS, and my mum is the loveliest grandmother to him ever. Lots of hugs, I love yous, so caring, never raising her voice etc.
I'm finding it really hard to reconcile this to my memory of her whilst growing up. I find it hard to let her spend a lot of time with him because she was abusive to me while I was growing up, but she is genuinely just really nice to him.
I guess she was quite stressed while we were growing up, as she worked full time and my dad never did anything at home so she had to do everything. And I remember when she was going through menopause, that was a truly horrific time for us all. I couldn't wait to leave home.
I am so conscious of this and never ever raise my voice to DS, and have definitely never smacked him, and never will.