I feel like diddl and dinosaurhunter - I'm also the 'responsible' eldest of a large family, left to my own devices from an early age etc. and long before I left home, I'd learned never to worry my mother with anything, and that I needed to sort things out for myself, because she just got stressed and felt any of my problems reflected on her.
So I think I have very low expectations of the relationship, and yet I try to be a good daughter, because I recognise that her own mother was an appalling woman and a dreadful mother, and she is doing her best, in a muddled way - the problem is that she didn't have a good mother and has the lowest possible expectations of what a good relationship of any kind might look like.
I've always felt like the adult in the situation - and mutti, I hear you on the compulsion to only provde good news, and not to cause worry - and while that's fine a lot of the time, there have been moments when I've surprised myself by just wanting my mother in the most primitive way, and recognising that she simply isn't capable of that makes me very sad. Like now, as I'm a frightened first timer with a baby due in a couple of weeks, and I have to pick up the phone and be all perky, when I'm scared.
I horrified myself and freaked out both my lovely husband and my hypnobirthing instructor last week when we were doing a 'fear-release' script that involved imagining positive scenes from your childhood in places you'd felt safe and secure. I couldn't think of anywhere that had felt safe, and I started to cry and cry and couldn't stop. I think being about to become a mother myself is making it all prey on my mind.
No advice, mutti, just you're not alone.