So 7 1/2 years into parenting and three children later tonight I googled for the first time "I have a bad mother". Despite my almost daily habit of seeking advice from the internet for my own parenting of my three little ones (7,5,2) I have never scrutinised my own parenting that I received online (although often in my head). This seemed like a harsh truth to face, a bit like the "I'm an alcoholic" phrase that people are asked to confront.
Instantly google suggested I have a narcissistic mother and that's literally a revelation to me. It explains so much of my nervous, apologetic character. Anyone else out there? Any survival tips? Ways of practically moving on?
My frustrated google search was driven by my 6000th conversation with my mum this evening that goes like this - I call my mother all week. She is invariably doing one of the following - yoga, Pilates, tennis, coffee with friends, lying in the Summer house reading with a glass of wine (at 2pm) thus unavailable to catch up. That's not because her children have grown up and flown the nest - that's what she did when my younger half brother and I were little too. No reply, she answers on my 6th attempt 6 days later and proceeds to spend the next 20 mins talking at me about her life.
My husband has been suggesting I get professional help for a while. So far I haven't because of time and money. Our little one is still at home full time and an additional complication is that we currently live overseas. I won't bore you with all the details but my mother was truly dire as an actual mother. I've found her personality particularly frustrating as many of my friends think she is cool and fun. Sure as a friend to drink wine with and have a laugh with she is - but as a mother? No.
Can I give you an example that I find truly hard to get over or even think about? My husband asked my step dad if he could ask my hand in marriage. We were 24. For me a romantic fairytale that I really wanted coming from a shit childhood. I guess my stepdad told my mum, and first thing the next morning my mum rushes into my bedroom and tells me all about it straight away, before I had been proposed to. I was so embarrassed about the whole episode I didn't tell anyone about that for 8 years.
My childhood was full of me sitting in Miss Selfridge changing rooms whilst she squeezed herself into yet another leopard print/backless leather number. I went to school in awful clothes that I was supposed to grow into and had to ask for dinner tokens from the teachers, which makes me cringe, as I realise in hindsight my parents would have had to fill in forms or do something properly to register for a dinner token but instead my stepdad would tell me to just go to the staff room and ask each day. The teachers used to feel sorry for me and give me things from there own lunch - like an apple or a packet of crisps. When I think back on this it makes me feel so ashamed.
Meanwhile, even as a single mum on benefits my mum would never be short of the latest fashion, Clinique make up or Chanel perfume. She used to take me on holiday to Spain twice a year and go out clubbing and leave me in my hotel room by myself at night. We would go to a resort and she would tell me to join in with another holiday companies kids club. She would say if anyone asked me if I was registered to just lie. I remember her standing on the beach on more than one occasion just arguing with the kids club leader and them feeling embarrassed and unsure of what to do so they would just look after me for the day on the beach and I would just tag along. She would be sunning herself ready for another night on the town.
She always looked great and to this day I'm a bit horrified by how far that gets you in life!
I literally spent my childhood feeling alone, apologetic and ashamed. The only way I could think of dealing with this was just to quietly ignore her and forge my own way ahead. I worked really hard and got a place at the local grammar school. I escaped into a fantasy world and tried to cushion myself from the real world around me. This served me well of the whole as I do feel on most levels I've achieved the life I always wanted.
However I now feel doubly alone as I know I'm the kind of mother my mum used to complain about and hate. More of an earth mother, housewife type! I try so hard to be a good mum and I think I do well but I find it hard to relate to my lovely mummy friends, who all had very middle class upbringings and have wonderful supportive mothers who have stood by their side throughout pregnancy and childbirth, both physically and emotionally. I have three beautiful wonderful children and a loving, hard working husband but I'm increasingly feeling that my own fraught relationship with my parents is holding me back - both as a parent and as an individual.
The proposal story is literally nothing compared to some of the others. I was raped as a 17 year old virgin and she brushed it off and told me that's what men are like, I was wearing a dress and had had some alcohol (which she had brought me!!). She told me to just forget about it, that it was very common and that nothing could be done.
When I was 18 I heard that I had an older half brother (my dads son) - when I asked her about this she just said she had forgot to tell me!
She had so many boyfriends we used to have to turn off all the lights and hide in the house as she would have arranged two dates on one night! Ridiculous I now know! She would literally leave me to be babysat by anyone who would have me.
I had a difficult birth with my second child, who is our lovely little girl. I was trying to articulate some of my feelings to my mum when she interrupted with "don't worry darling I didn't love you until you were about 6 months old" even though I probably could have guessed that was the case, it was still a renewed stab of heartache. She often says things like "you weren't planned, I didn't want you, I was horrified that I was pregnant and denied it until I was about 7 months", "well I didn't breast feed you" or "I just plonked you in front if the TV all day and it didn't do you any harm". I beg to differ :(
Recently I had some rare money to spend on myself and wanted to treat myself to some nice Chanel make up. It was the first time I was buying my own mascara (I'm 34 but have previously lived off my mums cast offs - she literally has bags full of make up!) I went with her to the beauty counter whilst my husband was looking after the kids and I had some very rare child-free time. I had partly waited until then to do that with her because I felt it was speaking her language if you know what I mean, she certainly doesn't want to come along to mother and baby groups or do mummy stuff. Anyway when we got to the department store my mum literally swooped in front of me and sat down and chit chatted with the beauty assistant! She had a product demonstration and was given samples whilst I just stood there! I'm always so taken aback by her audacity that I'm still never prepared for it.
What would you do? This is my first post on MN and I wanted to write and ask for honest feedback on here as I would feel far too embarrassed to ask my mum friends. It's such a far cry from how their own mums are I think they honestly wouldn't know what to say.
If I ever confronted my mum about any of this she would instantly cry, cut me off and tell me that she's a good person. I don't want to upset her and as with many of these issues her own childhood was probably worse than mine. I continually go back to her because I don't have any sisters, other female relatives or good female friends (although many, many friends and acquaintances). Thank you for your time and I'm sorry it's such a long ranting post!