September 1, 2009

My Mother, My Self

Oh, my kingdom for back lighting. And a key light… and oh, if only I had some Oprah lightening for Cool Mom.

I digress. My mother Morency is back.Â t's funny the differences from what we remember about our childhood and what really happened and how that affects how we are as mothers.

If you remember it wrong do you then parent badly?

Sometimes it cracks me up when I hear friends-or myself- say "well, when I was a kid…" As if we all turned out so freaking fabulous we should emulate our upbringing. Isn't that what our therapy was for, to undo some of how we were raised?

Still I do keenly remember how my mom handled it when I got out of hand, and I thought it taught me something.

But is my memory faulty?

Keywords: childhood, memories, morency, my mom, when I was a kid

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Alexandra Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 at 5:39 am

I LOVE seeing your mom, Daphne.

You're so blessed to have her in your life, and I know you realize that.

My mother has Alzheimer's, and it's very hard to not have that tangible communication.

Oh, well, I at least can share your mom with you, and thank you for sharing her with us….I'm sure there's many more like me out here, with no one on one with mom. I can tell you realize what a gift you have there.

Erika Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 at 8:03 am

I love watching you and your mom talk too - what a great relationship you guys have!

PS you don't need Oprah lighting. Oprah does.

Carly Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 at 4:10 pm

Your mom is so cute. Grandmas know alot . We nee dto remember this.

Daphne Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 at 4:37 pm

Good line Erika!
Alexandra, what a nice thing to say, thanks. Yes, that would be very hard!

Carly, thank you, I think she's a doll.

Donne Thursday, September 3rd, 2009 at 10:38 pm

What a great exchange between you and your mom. I love how you each shared your different perspectives.
My daughter and I often have similar phone conversations. We continue to try and help each other understand our viewpoints.
Recently, I told my 6 year old granddaughter I'd take her on a boat ride when she came to visit. I now realize I should have cleared it with my daughter before I said anything. We had to work through some issues together to get to that point of respect and understanding.
Whatever it takes, we need to keep the lines of communication flowing between the generations.
Please invite your mom to take a look at my blog for enthusiastic grandmas - the GaGa Sisterhood.