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Mom: Through a Daughter’s Eyes

Mom and Dad on their wedding day... the happy couple!

Mom and Dad on their wedding day… the happy couple!

It’s only been over the past few years that I started seeing my parents as people – mostly out of self-defense, I think.  I’m a 35-year-old daughter, living at home with my parents and trying to raise three kids. I’ve had to learn to bite my tongue where my parents and I disagree. In the process, I’ve also had to learn that… wow… my parents are people, too.

They have their own set of insecurities and fears, their own strengths and weaknesses. It’s amazing, really, that I never noticed these things before.

I talk about my dad a lot. I mean, anyone who walks into our house automatically knows who rules the roost. He is the ultimate king of the castle, without a doubt. I’ve looked up to my dad for years. He’s been my teacher through much of life’s difficulties; I’ve learned a lot from him, both good and bad. I think it’s natural, then, that when I started seeing my parents as people, my dad was the first one I learned more about.

Lately, however, I’ve been much more interested in my mother. We never talked much when I was younger, so learning about my mom has been a surprising experience. Looking into the past and “meeting” the person she is now, I’m realizing that much of what I learned about being a mom and a wife has come from her. I’m a lot more like my mother than I’ve ever admitted… and I’m okay with that. Continue reading

Parents, Stop Taking Blame For Your Grown Kids

The day I turned 18, I was nursing three-week-old twin boys. For the next seven years, I packed a whole bunch of so-called “life” into my life. I’ve spent the past eleven years trying to fix the mess I made of everything.

When I came back home in 2001 at the age of 24, I came back with a chip on my shoulder and blame for everyone but me. I had a failed marriage, a 3-year-old and a baby with me. At that time, I was willing to push everything off on my parents.

It’s been a long road; I’ve fought addiction, depression, anger and frustration. At the end of the road is the “me” I am today, realizing that my parents are so much smarter than I am. Continue reading