Seems like such an easy thing to feel. Or is it too much to ask for?
Feeling loved by your parents.
I imagine the very first love a baby feels is from his or her mother. Or perhaps who ever baby first longenly gazes at. I think feeling warm and comforted when a baby cries is the very first time a baby experiences love.
I like to imagine that is where and how a baby first experiences love. Of course I very well could be wrong. It’s just what I imagine.
Should we expect that same love that we first felt from a parent or guardian as full grown adults?
My personal opinion, is YES!
Being a middle age woman myself, I’m just now realizing the truth about certain lives. Or perhaps ive always known, but am just now accepting this truth.
My mother raised me and gave me many materialistic things that all my classmates had growing up. She wasn’t affectionate. Rarely vulnerable, and rarely home.
While I was at school she was home, and as soon as I got home she left till the wee hours of the morning. I still wonder why she didn’t work while I was at school to be home with me after school. But I guess she really wasn’t ever cut out to be a mother or parent. At least that is what her older sister has shared with me.
But I had all that I needed, and most of my wants. And as a child, that meant something to me.
Yet… I never felt as though she loved me.
I think it’s always been a voided sort of feeling. Looking back on my childhood as an adult now. I know she had/ has no idea how to love anyone. Perhaps not even herself. Sad really.
Being a full time mother myself, I clearly know what a parent/child love feels like. It’s deep, personal, and the greatest feeling ever imaginable.
My mom did not have all that many men in her life, but when she did… they always, ALWAYS came first.
She also has always played the victim card on being a single mother with two kids. And how awful that was for her. And she deserves happiness.
Now I can’t relate to that, but I do know that it’s not something you should spend 30+ years shoving down your kids throats. How awful it was. Yet there has rarely been any conversation that has not ended with that phrase.
I also know that a loving parent should not always make their child feel bad over their childhood, etc. (the poor me syndrome) It’s terribly selfish.
A parent should be encouraging and excited when their children do well for themselves and are happy. And don’t have to suffer as they had growing up.
They should not always bring it all back to themselves and guilt trip their children time and time again. That is NOT LOVE.
Well, this is what many children go through on the daily. I’m certainly no exception.
I have spent my whole life wondering if something was wrong with me because I felt nothing towards my mother. Always having to fake it.
I’ve spent years trying to force it. I do believe there was this one time that I cried because she was leaving. She was moving to another state, and I had two small children that were going to be growing up with no grandparent. Looking back now, I know it was more of an attachment thing. Not love. I look back now and know how miserable I would have been, had she not moved to another state.
I’ve spent years going down to visit her each year, but I’ve always come back stressed and agitated. I’ve felt it was my duty as her daughter. So I’ve always tried to cator to her.
But she’s all alone because of her selfishness. It’s always been all about her and what she feels entitled too. And it always ends up with the phrase… “because of all I’ve had to sacrifice being a single mother with two kids”
It has not been an easy decision, but I’ve finally realized that I do not own my mother anything. I do not need to force a relationship with her, in hopes for a couple bread crumbs of genuine love.
Moving right along…
Yes, I have a father too. I didn’t actually grow up with him 24/7, because my mother had custody and we lived in different states. I did see him though. And he’s always been up front with why he always strayed, sort of speak.
You see, my father is the polar opposite of my mother. Very affectionate and loving. Some may say, too affectionate. Borderline suffocating. But none the less, overbearingly loving.
My father never gave me anything though. Well, except my life. But I’m talking about needs and wants. No child support.
Mother spent years telling me that he use to threaten her, that if she ever divorced him, then he wouldn’t pay a dime. And he kept that promise. Yes. Messed very up. I know! But then most things are.. such as this earthly life…
That shared.. I have never doubted his love for me. Go figure..
This has confused me this past month. I may write about it again in the future. It helps.
But for now, I do have some closure.
My eyes have been open.
Two months ago, I was still in denial.
And no one can ever place a price tag on closure.