Mother, Our First and Last Teacher (as a rule)

Talking about this subject on another group and thought I'd post here and maybe some want to share positive and negative feelings about their mother.

As I see it and this has been true in my Life. My mother was my First and Last Teacher and Protector.

She taught me so much and I'm so grateful for her....she was NOT a great book person but a smart/wise woman. A little too much religion in my early years but she didn't know anything else....It took me years on my own to shrug a lot of that "stuff"..

I learned how to cook, sew buttons, do a hem and I know she had a huge caring for her 3 children.

On her death bed at 91, she was hanging on as she didn't want to "leave her children"....and I was there with her, and said "mom it's OK to go, and jesus said it's OK too, with those words, she went. Bless her and I think of her so much She would be 113 today if she was still here....if there is a heaven, I know she's there.

I believe there are far more GOOD Moms than NOT Good ones......

Mom tried to teach me about some things that I didn't "hear" and now regret NOT listening to her...she knew.....

I'm preparing a message to my daughter to this effect, I know her children are her world.....and she is their major teacher and she needs to be reminded of this......

I have a couple gf's who never had a child and they have NO CLUE what it's like being a mother...no way.
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[Miss Hepburn]

Ah, my mother taught me a great deal, also.
She taught me not to be prejudice or a bigot, because she was one.
....not to be mean and fly off the handle, because she did.
...not to marry an alcoholic, cuz she did.
...not to judge a book by it's cover, since she did.
...to respect people's deep feelings and emotions, since she did not.
...how to hug, since she did not
...how to encourage and praise people, since she never did.
...big time, she taught me what ugliness was

BUT, most of all what unforgiveness can do to a person...since it was a badge of honor to her that she would never
forgive nor forget being crossed.
So I learned to FORGIVE..and fast!
And that underneath all meanness is a hurt inner child.

(She happened to be an RN/ Administrator of a NY State Mental Institution with 136 buildings, it's own Firehouse and
police, and lots of Aries, Scorpio in her.)


You get my drift.

Come on say something about your mother.

[FallingLeaves]

my mom has been remembering what her early life was like... she tells us something she thought or felt and I'm like 'so that is where I got that'. lol...

i was mean to her once. I'm glad we got past it...

[JustBe]

I see pretty much everyone as my teacher and I’m always learning.

My mother was very busy with six children when I was born so I pretty much learned to adapt to life through my siblings and in her absence of busy times and struggles financially, I always felt she took good care of my physical needs, kept me safe as she could. My mother wasn’t a predominate feeler type, like myself, so I had to learn through her way of dealing with emotions, which wasn’t ideal for my type. I had to fight to be heard and seen. I was also born with traits which were foreign to her, so sensitivity and empathic abilities meant I was most often taking in her suppressed or detached feelings. Her pain body was probably the biggest when she carried me, as she lost both her parents three weeks apart pregnant with me. Unresolved childhood stuff would have been amplified too as she never spoke to them about being adopted. Finding out at age nine in a conversation she overheard. She carried that within herself alone up to that time frame.

So yeah.

I learned about pain and fear, love and loss, struggles and hardships, intimacy and lack of intimacy, communication and difficulty communicating, I felt her sadness and her inability to cry, push through and get on with life regardless. Resilience, strength and acceptance. So I learned in all her entanglements with herself and her life, pretty much everything I needed to become my mother myself..

Your mother is the most important teacher ..we see through her eyes, we take her in in every way. Some of us aware and some of us not, hence a great many never fully understand her deeply held impressions.

Then I realized beyond that learning who I was..I don’t really know, just me.. lol

[lostsoul13]

My mother taught me how to protect, how to be with courage to understand pain- and it’s need to want to be understood—-

I love my mother{would be great to be born again, as a baby and be swaddled}

I crave my mothers tender touch- to the forehead when things are down or the rubs on the back- our relationship will never fail..

She’s my redeemer..

One thing that continues to come to mind on the money issue, mom was always saying "save your money J"... I started too late but thank goodness I started. I could have saved so much more and be more comfortable now if I had believed her more.. I bought plenty of things I never needed...