20 At this age, relationship with the mother are formed most often in one of two ways: either you friends, or completely strangers to each other people. The first option, of course, preferable. In this case, your mother was thin, wise, patient and tolerant woman managed to raise a daughter in trust, love and gratitude to him. Its not scary to devote any secrets she will never betray and will try to understand you, to understand the complex situation, to advise as to which times can you listen, if you're not a lover to ask others what to do and how to be. After all, such a mother towards her child is a special intuition. Fun - she has something to tell about his past, to share experiences, to draw Parallels between your own youth.
It teaches you a lot - and, often, very quietly. It is not edifying, alien mentor tone, morality, sense of superiority, hysteria. She will never use a method of blackmail in a relationship with you, often the mother, to make his child a desirable resort to tears, play bouts of illness. This Mama honest with you, she is the best friend.
The second case is more complicated. Moreover, the problem of your complex relations may lie not only in her, but in you. In twenty years most people have not got rid of youthful maximalism. You still think you are alone, that nobody understands. My mother's Outlook on life you seem to be too prudish and old-fashioned, and you don't consider it necessary to consult with her, to talk about the twists and turns of his life. Moreover, may not be able to forgive her for some painful childhood memories (put, once the mother secretly you read your personal diary or not allow someone to be friends). You perceive, perhaps even as a potential enemy: I think all told her she might turn against you, get food for injections, rebukes and reprimands. One of two things: either it is, or you're simply in virtue of youthful stubbornness don't want and can't see in the mother of a friend, the closest person in the world.
30
Passions subsided, and you finally realized that mom is a person, almost unique in your environment, which can be fully relied upon. Now funny, naive seem old mutual resentment, misunderstanding, mistrust. Mom was always the first to come to the rescue: sorry, sympathize, advise if my husband and discord; when necessary, will take care of your child; clean, wash, cook on first request. She, as before, ready for you all. But. often there are unexpected problems: the mother is not young, her interests and Affairs gradually narrowed, and she still wants to feel energetic, cheerful, and, most importantly, demand required. She begins to interfere in your life when you did not want to. Trying to impose his opinion, dictate how to act in a given situation. And highly offended if you don't follow her advice or say busy, and she was going to visit.
There is another option. Far from being old, cheerful and cute, your mom in every way "shirk" from their maternal duties - does not want to babysit grandchildren are not interested in your concerns, walk on bye. You it's insanely annoying ("crazy in his old age! "and offends. But, believe me, in vain! This is not a reason to spoil relations with the mother, which has the full right to enjoy life, and does not mean that it has become less love you.
40
Mother aged. Yes and you're no longer a girl. She now needs care, attention, kind words! Both of you now more than ever, feel the meaning of the word "nepotism". Time is running out. So nice to gather around the table to its range of elderly parents, you and your husband, your children. It is good to remember the past: how condescending you once listened to my mother's advice! You think you know about life in his twenty-much more than she. And now my mother often hurts, its painfully sorry. Every minute spent together, filled with special meaning. My mother is now very important to talk with you again to feel your love and their indispensability. Before so wanted to get rid of maternal care. Now: while there mom, you can still in some degree to feel like a child...
Source:
Natalie
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