I would like my mom but doubt I’d be interested in forming a close friendship. My mom is too fervently religious. She has difficulty deriving pleasure from any activity unless she can somehow tie it back to her religion. Also, we process the world differently. My mom reacts intuitively to the world. I am much more logical. However, my mom is warm, caring, loving, loyal, and optimistic. These characteristics alone would make me appreciate her.
My dad died when I was 15. I don’t know him well enough to have an opinion of whether we would be friends.
I would with my mother. Though with my father, no way. Granted he has gotten better over the years, but even so… he’s to negative and all about himself.
Sort a side track… Last night I hung out with a friend and while we were watching the Sox game we were asking each other random questions. I asked him, “How was your childhood?” and he said, “I had a great childhood. Awesome parents who were always there, never once let me down.” and in that second not only was I jealous, but wondered… “I wonder what that feels like.”
Not a chance. I have absolutely nothing in common with them. I moved out at 16 and never for a moment regretted it. I see them once a year, usually when they are driving through on the way to see my siblings and their kids and am hard pressed to get through three hours of biting my tongue and just letting them ramble on about religion, politics, what’s wrong with all my siblings and their kids, etc. Neither graduated high school, my mother chose to work outside the home as little as possible, neither has friends. I don’t bother telling them anything about my life or views anymore because it is so far out of their experience I may as well be speaking Martian.
I didn’t take my husband to meet my parents until after we were married. He thought I must be engaging in hyperbole when I described them and how they lived. After I brought him to their home to meet them, he was extremely polite, but his first words to me as we left were “wow, I thought you were kidding, but your family is a John Waters movie”. They have no idea of this, of course, and they adore my husband. I think they would not bother visiting me at all if it wasn’t for him.
Dad at work… maybe, although the main reason I’ve been able to have positive relationships with guys similar to him was that, knowing him, I knew how to understand their sense of humor (drier than the sands of Sahara). Outside of work, he would be unable to relate to me for the same reason he wasn’t able to relate to me as his daughter: I happen to have girly bits.
Mom? Hell no.
They based our relationship on duty, and that’s what it’s based on now. Dad died in 2000; I speak with Mom because it’s my duty and because I want to stay in contact with my brothers and don’t want to put them into a “her or me” situation.
Hey, Kyla, I didn’t know my Mom had another daughter! Mine is superb at rewriting reality too. Can yours hold a grudge for more than 10 years?
My mother? Let me tell you about my mother. -Leon Kowalski
I love my mother dearly and talk to her once a week on the phone but spend most of it keeping mum as she tells me once again how the liberals control the media, those liberal professors at University brainwashed me into not going to church anymore, and her other political views.
Or she gives me names of her friends (who I have no idea who they are) and their current ailments or deaths.
Or she belittles herself (and the liberals) for her two daughters (my sisters) failed marriges.
I listen to her rants because I love her and know I will miss them when she’s gone.
But no, if she wasn’t my mother I wouldn’t have anything to do with her.
Dad: Yes. He´s a great man, him being my father does not affect my opinion about his personality.
Mom: No. We are way too different. We disagree on too many things. She is just WAY too moody. I would not like her if she were not my mom. This is not stating that she is a bad person, but we do not share enough simialarities.
My parents would make fine neighbors. They are interesting people who have done interesting things. But they just aren’t enough like me to be friends if we weren’t family. They would be those people you stop and chat with once in a while.
My SO’s mom is the lady that everyone comes to visit to get cookies and hugs. Kind of a mom/grandma to every one that passes through her life.