My adoptive mother was exactly like Joan Crawford as depicted in "Mommy Dearest" written by Crawford's daughter. So it is no surprise that my adoptive mother idolized this witch. Mother's Day was celebrated with much fanfare, as this was her desire and as children there was no way to escape her and her routines. She never loved the children she chose to adopt - as that was primarily done as window dressing. I had more love and compassion for our housekeeper, which continued till the day she passed away. (And I spent much time with the housekeeper and her family.)
The adoptive mother played every card she knew for sympathy and attention. If we dared to defy her and argue, we were met with many tears and the "how could you treat me like this" line. As the years passed, she even mastered the art of "passing out" on cue. Once I figured out the "tells", I could warn the siblings what she was up to - again.
I have to thank her for one thing only. She taught me how NOT to be an awful, despicable, selfish mother. I think have done a fairly good job with my children - although not perfect by any means. Before I had my biological children, I had the onus of caring for my two stepsons during their childhood maladies, i.e., measles and chicken pox. The weekend visits were a great teaching tool for what lay ahead with my own children.
To all the wonderful mothers in bloggerland, and the ones I know - have a wonderful and HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! I hope the weather in your area is favorable to you and your families show their appreciation.
Later my friends....
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