I'm a child of the 70s, mother born just after WW2. She took the view that as long as we were clothed, fed and educated, went to church and didn't show her up in front of the neighbours that was her job done. My dad died when I was 10, and up until that point he's the one I remember me taking me out places with him, reading me stories, making games up for me etc. I have not one memory of her ever playing with me, reading to me, telling me she loved me, cuddling me - nothing. And after he died it got worse, she was so angry and resentful all the time. And when she remarried, her new husband (who was not a nice man and really not interested in being any kind of parent to us) became her priority. She really doesn't 'know' me at all, although she thinks she does.
I left home as young as I could and have seen her once or twice a year since. Looking back I suspect maybe some kind of undiagnosed depression/MH issue, some of her behaviour and "rules" were so irrational and borderline cruel. Or perhaps she should have just never had kids. Her dad died before I was born but she has said he was not very nice, and she was glad he died before I was born as I was a girl, so I have always wondered if there was some kind of abuse, but she won't be drawn on the subject.
And now she is an elderly widow, tells me she loves me and compliments me allll the time, and she is frustrated and confused about why I don't call or visit much, and why I don't take her on holiday etc (and why I won't let her move in with me!). But unwilling to admit she was anything other than a good mum who tried her best, that's the narrative she has chosen and won't be swayed from. Our relationship could potentially be improved if she was open and honest about a lot of things and owned up her mistakes. But she won't, so for me the ship has sailed.