I remember when I was little, my mother collapsed on the couch. She was a strong, feisty woman who I seldom ever saw shed a tear. She started to cry and she just looked so overwhelmed. It was just her and me in that moment. My dad was at work and my brother was asleep. I think she and I got into an argument or something and she just gave up. Seeing her cry absolutely broke my heart and I wanted to do anything I could to make her feel better. My mother rarely ever expressed vulnerability back then, so it was shocking to hear her say the following words "I feel like I'm failing. I feel like I'm the worst mother in the world.". As soon as she said that, no matter how pissed off my very young self was with her, the tension melted away and I told her that I thought she was the best mother in the world and I felt so lucky to have her. What I do remember is I was incredibly young, but even in my undeveloped state, I could recognize that she was doing great by opening up about her struggles. For her to be that vulnerable and just collapse in front of her child without sugarcoating it or wrapping me in bubble wrap by feigning that everything was okay - it hurt me, but I tremendously respected it. That's what I absolutely love about my mother. She never sugarcoated anything. When things were messy, they were messy. She swore like a sailor when angry, she could be very bitchy and poorly regulated in times of stress, and she absolutely was not a perfect mother, but she never pretended otherwise. She is the reason I'm the woman I am today because she raised me to see the good AND the bad in the world, and she didn't wrap me in cotton and encapsulate me in a candy bubble where everything is sweet and okay. Any question I had, no matter how macabre, sexual or adult it may be, she would answer. Watching this scene brings me back to that moment with my mother, and it reminds me how amazing she really is! If ever I have kids, they will know adult struggle, they will know the full spectrum of what goes on in this world. We owe it to our children to be honest, and they will develop to be well-rounded, sentient creatures who appreciate everything they have. I never had that jarring, teenage phase of rebellion where the adult world was suddenly thrust upon me because of it.
Poor lynette some mothers just feel like they are not doing their best for their children but some children don't tell their own mothers you are a good mom sometimes mothers always wonder why did i have children if they dont appreciate what im doing for them, and usually they are being so hard on themselves they give up and don't even want to try anymore i know this and see this cause my mom gets stressed really easily with 3 kids i'm 15 my brother's 22,and my little brother is 8 months and i tell my mom once in a while you are a good mommy and i love you i know it gets hard but trust me it gets better baby steps and one day at a time.
Damn, Felicity is such an amazing actress and honest person. Sure she did what she did with the college scandals but she owned up to it, plead guilty and is willing to face what's coming. I hope it all goes well for Felicity and she can continue acting.
You moms really are so AMAZING! Mothers are so beautiful in every way! I hope I can be as strung as my mom and all mothers that put their child needs first! Chills
I'm not a mother, but I feel this way just as a general person. Everyone I know seems to understand life, while most days I feel like a stupid, weak, pathetic failure
This is so true, some trick themselves into thinking they are doing a good job, but as your children grow into adults, you realize you really do stink at being a mom.
however hard it is for women... its ten times worse for men .. we are supposed to deal and support our wives. i remember when my wife miscarried. i stayed strong and after she finally fell asleep i went to the bathroom and cried for hours. not a single nurse during the e tire experience asked how i was coping..... if i was ok. its just assumed we deal ...
My dad was really protective since childhood , last year , the first day of my sister's college , he started getting panick attacks and started crying because he couldn't find her , he was afraid that she was getting bullied by her senior . Never thought that big dark man could even cry.
