Mrs Pixie I could be here all day.
When I went to Uni, I wanted a couple of plates/bowls/mugs/pint glasses. She bought me a dinner service and set of 6 fancy wine glasses, as she knew best and then tried to make me be grateful, to which I said she wasn't listening to me again.
She told me not to be silly. I heard that a lot. Bullied at school, I was being silly, was upset about anything, being silly, any time (most really) she didn't want to listen, yep silly.
The time she told her friend I was having bad IBS episodes, and then denied it and said I must have told her.
Yes, because I often discussed my diarrhoea with my mother's friends.
When she told me I'd filled in a job application all wrong, and she should have done it for me.
When I was pg with DD and worried about the hospital, she knew best what it was like, never having given birth there herself, just knowing because she was the adult and her friend at work (also an adult, at two years older than I was) told her.
It makes me sad as she died when I was 8 months pregnant, and though I hate to say it, I sometimes wonder if I'm a better mother because of that. I don't know that she would have let me be a mother, without taking over, undermining me and having to know best, as I was a child, and no doubt being silly.
I really try hard to share things with DD, music, TV, bike rides, even choosing food or a new brand of shampoo!, and to foster shared interests, even though she's only 8, because I don't want to find myself so removed from her and not knowing when to treat her as the teen/adult she will become.
I am the parent, but DD is as much part of the home as I am, and deserves a voice and to be listened to and taken seriously, which I never was, being the eternal (silly) child.