@Pedalpushers
‘ part I really don't like about myself is the bitterness and jealousy I feel towards those who got to have their mum there and don't even seem to realise how lucky they were, as of course they shouldn't have to. I don't have DC and frankly don't want them because of the unfairness of how everyone else gets a mum to help and guide them and I will have nobody. I guess I often just feel very alone but my self pity party isn't my most attractive feature. I often wonder who I would be if she'd lived.’
And @Tempnamechange33.
You both need to expand or reframe your view, and maybe it would help you if you did.
Yes some people have wonderful supportive mothers who say and do exactly the right supportive things through the (milestone’s of) their adult lives.
But many people don’t. Actually I’d say most people don’t. The reality of having a mother as an adult is much more mixed for most people.
My mum is still alive but I wouldn’t describe her role in my becoming a parent as ‘help and guidance’.
I had a rocky road to having my children (struggles to get pregnant, multiple miscarriages, Ivf).
My mother knows nothing about it.
Likewise at a low point shortly before one of my children was born I cried to the support for myself I was paying for about how alone I felt and missed my mum, as I came to terms with a delivery being imposed on me, as my actual loving mother was unable to support me the way I needed.
My mum has her own stuff going on that meant she was not only unable to support me at these points but if I’d involved her would have made it both worse for me, and all about her.
Luckily I’d come to terms with that and put in the boundaries with her and alternative I support I needed to get through.
And overall I’d say my mum is pretty normal. Not amazing, not abusive as many many mumsnetters have had to survive.
Yes she loves me. Yes its lovely to see my kids have fun with her (zero practical parenting support from her though).
She’s also needy, self centred, and ruled by anxieties which she seeks to impose on others. Especially me. She’s often very hard work.
You’re both mourning a mythical idea of a perfect mother. And dismissing others’ stories as ‘they don’t know how lucky they are’.
It’s giving excessive weight to one (yes, very hard, and very impactful) event.
That’s a pattern of thinking that isn’t serving you.
What if you focused on, ‘this is the hand that I was dealt, and it’s been very tough and was very unfair, but I’m going to make the best of it, and make her proud’?
What would you do then?