“…A Psychologist told me that to change; I have to want to change. Well I don’t want to change, and I’m going to stay just the way I am!”
Were the adamant words recently spoken by my mom. For seven years, I’ve lived with this mindset of hers and, although we’ve come to somewhat of an understanding, every now and then we have our moments.
On Thanksgiving Day, mom stepped, what I refer to as, out of her lane. Mom didn’t like the way her niece (my cousin) had styled her 12-year old daughter’s hair and felt compelled to tell her niece so. She delivered an awfully harsh and cruel opinion that was unsolicited and inappropriate.
I politely reminded mom that if she didn’t have anything nice to say, to say nothing at all. Mom feels as though if she sees something that’s “not right” it is her duty to comment. As tough as my response may sound, I have continually asked her, who deemed her judge and jury? She dislikes my response, but cannot understand how her comments adversely affect others.
She has an abrasive and strong personality that can strike you in the jaw like a stiff upper cut. I know how to weave and bob and respond to her blows, but not everyone can say that.
Mom knows most of my friends, and for the most part, is pretty cool with them. Thankfully, they’ve come to know and love “Grand-mom Dynamite,” as she is affectionately called.
The recent passing of my mother-in-law and hubby’s wonderful relationship with his mom got me to thinking about me and mine. When are we going to click? Will we ever mesh? It’s not like I’m not trying. Lol!! We disagree on everything and I mean everything.
Although there’s no animosity, our daily conversations are limited to the pleasantries of “Good Morning,” “Good Afternoon,” “Good Night,” “How was your day?” “Dinner is ready,” and a few other light exchanges. I would like more from our relationship, but perhaps this is as good as it gets.
She already said that she’s not changing, so I guess the ball’s in my court. To be fair and to bridge the gap, I’ve looked within myself to figure out where I can make change. I have and continue to work on my patience. Her childhood was difficult and I try to be mindful of that. I’ve forgiven her for past actions and for whatever the future holds.
I think I am at peace with what we have, but a small piece of me still wishes it could be better. Who knows, maybe our relationship will change…maybe it will stay the same… maybe it will get better.
Our present relationship is certainly an improvement over our past relationship, so I’m trying to preserve what we have. The deficiencies in my relationship with my mom is certainly compensated in my relationship with my children and for that I am thankful.