I am like Tallesttower. My mum is a treasure - kind, generous and patient, always. Immaculate house, neatly dressed, slim, home made meals on the table every night, made lovely clothes (by hand), great gardener, regularly took meals to all the older folk in the neighbourhood. All that stuff, a lovely lovely woman and the heart of our home.
In comparison, I feel impatient, snappy, always rushed, a mess and God knows how many times I serve fish fingers. I have a very old lady living opposite me who is well cared for, but I have deliberately not got involved with because I know I would end up running meals over several times a week.
I know it is silly to make comparisons because I work fulltime and my mum was a SAHM but I often like I am total cow in comparison. So do you know what I did? I talked to my mum about it.
Who then burst into tears and told me about how she had hid her depression for years because of all the pressure heaped on women who grew up in the fifties to be perfect - always looking great, show home, ever loving and giving to anyone who needed it, never selfish.
She talked about how she had missed, missed, missed the career that she had trained for, and wished she had been able to be like me - let things go in the house a little, not worry so much about watching her weight, set some boundaries on the endless stream of people she was expected to care for. sit on the floor, play with your DC, and if that means there's only fishfingers for tea - sod it. It was quite an eye opener of a conversation!
Do you have that kind of a relationship with your mum where you could talk about this stuff OP? Or do you think it would be a bad idea?