The Kind of Mom Please Login or Register to read the rest of this content. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window) Post navigation Dis-LikeSudden Xmas Spirit 10 Comments Gemini December 22, 2009 at 9:20 am Reply Well said… It is a job you sign up for and you have for the rest of your/their life. There is no Vacation, sick days, personal days; everyday is about them. Are they safe, happy, and healthy? Make sure that you are sure that you want the job before you commit to it… Robin December 22, 2009 at 11:35 am Reply @Gemini, and it’s not over just because they grow up and don’t need you like they used to. Amanda December 22, 2009 at 10:47 am Reply I’m lucky, too. I mean, for the most part. Poor Erik. Robin December 22, 2009 at 11:35 am Reply @Amanda, Luckily he’s everything to me so he has that at least. MaureenN December 22, 2009 at 11:39 am Reply I agree with Gemini – I wish that more people would take the time to make sure they want to be a parent before they become one. It really does turn your life upside down, but if you let it, if you go with it, if you embrace the changes in your life, you can discover (at least I did) that your sense of self expands as you reach out to help others (and, of course, this can be done in other ways besides raising children) and as you witness and (try to) guide your children as they grow & learn about life. Sounds like Erik’s mom is kind of stuck in a place where she can’t see this, isn’t ready to grow or see beyond herself. That’s sad for her and for her children. 🙁 Robin December 23, 2009 at 11:22 am Reply @MaureenN, It just makes me sad. MaureenN December 22, 2009 at 12:29 pm Reply And, of course, after some reflection I realize that if only the emotionally healthy & whole had children, our population would have dropped off to nothing, centuries ago. Jim’s fond of saying that there are almost 7 billion unique personality disorders out there in the world… So, rather than being prepared, emotionally, to be parent – perhaps it’s more about having the ability to learn & grow & take on the challenges whether you’re ready or not. I know that I wasn’t aware of the changes I’d be putting myself through, but I do know that I was wanting to do it, no matter where it brought me. Barb December 24, 2009 at 7:42 pm Reply I don’t know the entire story of what happened, but I get the gist of it. I was an accident that my parents decided to keep. When I look at photo albums from my very early childhood, especially from when I first arrived in the US after being separated from them for about a year, it’s clear how guilty they felt because I was lavished with toys. In every picture I’m surrounded by toys. I’m sure there was love in the mix there somewhere, too. Up until my 30s, I wish I had the kind of mom you described. After years of therapy, I finally accepted that I never would, at least not from my own mother. I might have that type of nurturing from relationships with other women, like my MIL, but really, it just isn’t the same. I’d go through periods of time spending years not having any contact whatsoever with my mother. Those were usually after she did/said something that really hurt me. The pain wasn’t worth the time spent around her. Now, I know what to expect and have actually enjoyed our last few visits. Maybe it’s because she and my dad finally split up. Maybe it’s because I’ve grown a thicker skin (not likely). But it isn’t because she’s become the mom I’ve always wanted. Maybe those periods away were a good thing. I hope Erik and his mom can be in that place, too. Tugs December 25, 2009 at 11:56 pm Reply There’s a happy medium in there somewhere. I moved here to Hell to be closer to my daughter & grandkids, & have put them first every time I’ve been asked to. Not a big deal, because I really have no life here. But that’s the thing. Every time I think about moving further away again, I feel guilt because I won’t be here when they need me. So (because of my SELF-INFLICTED guilt), my life is on hold until my grandkids grow up. I’m truly blessed to be this close & have them in my life – don’t get me wrong. But there is life out there for me as well. Happy medium. Robin December 26, 2009 at 8:53 am Reply @Tugs, Oh I don’t mean that every moment of your life forever should be all about your kids and grandkids. I mean that when there is something wrong, when they are sick or really in need I assume you’d do whatever you could and not be thinking about yourself but them. Maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m only thinking about how my mom is. Leave a Reply Cancel Current ye@r * Leave this field empty Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.