No one ever loves you as much as your mother, (propaganda or true?)

grahamg

grahamg

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A good friend of mine, who I used to call my "second mother", used to state quite: "No one will ever love you as much as your mother"! :unsure:

Now this lady had quite an intellect, and was an excellent mother to her own three boys, and had many very interesting, and insightful things to say, so "who am I to argue"? :sneaky:

Of course I do often argue, but here, though accepting my friends statement is a generalisation, I do think there is something in her words, and she was certainly wise enough to know what she was talking about. 👩‍🎓

I didn't realise how much my own real mother thought of me, and tried to do all she could for me, (and of course loved me), until after she had passed, and I'm afraid I cant tell you what she thought of the thread title or subject, but I'd guess she would have agreed. :)
 
CarolfromTX said:
My daughter used to work for child protective services, and she could tell you that not all mothers or fathers love their children.
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There's nothing guaranteed but it would be fair to say that in general mothers do love their children, (why else carry around a baby, losing your figure maybe, getting driven half way up the wall very often by them for one reason or another, but knowing you'd never want to be without them or so on,.....! 😇).
 
I don’t think there is any doubt about that in my case. My mom was always fussing over me and dad didn’t always like her doing that. Dad always made sure him and I would do manly things, even though I was 9 when he died. We went up the street to a neighbor’s house that had a tree cut down and dad taught me how to use an axe and chop wood. I couldn’t use the chainsaw. I asked dad if I could try using the chainsaw and he said he hadn’t lost his mind yet. I also wasn’t very good with the axe, but it was fun to me.
 
grahamg said:
There's nothing guaranteed but it would be fair to say that in general mothers do love their children, (why else carry around a baby, losing your figure maybe, getting driven half way up the wall very often by them for one reason or another, but knowing you'd never want to be without them or so on,.....! 😇).
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It wasn't a choice. It was Anatomy is Destiny. Until the pill and Roe. Now we women are spoiled. We think we have control over it. Not according to some flat earthers.
 
I thought about my parents a lot after my wife died (almost 9 years ago), and talked to my grief therapist about them, part of a retrospective on my own life I guess. I am the youngest of three children and have two older sisters. So I guess perhaps I was spoiled a bit (or more) by my mother. She was the major influence in my life until college, and I certainly loved and respected her.

But you know, when I talked to the therapist, it was my father whom I came to understand and appreciate more so than at any other point in my life. I always thought that I was greatly different from him, but maybe not so much.
 
I'm very fortunate that my mother was my best friend at a time when I felt very lost (after my
older half-sister moved 3,000 miles away). I was 15 at the time. Mom and I would walk arm-in-arm
to the movie theatre, library, shops .. I think of her every day.
 
Grahamg wrote:
"There's nothing guaranteed but it would be fair to say that in general mothers do love their children, (why else carry around a baby, losing your figure maybe, getting driven half way up the wall very often by them for one reason or another, but knowing you'd never want to be without them or so on,.....! 😇)."
Pepper said:
It wasn't a choice. It was Anatomy is Destiny. Until the pill and Roe. Now we women are spoiled. We think we have control over it. Not according to some flat earthers.
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You'd agree most women get the chance to choose to have their own child of course, and you'd agree most probably love them more even than the hubby, (or "equally but differently" if that isn't too obvious?). :unsure:
 
I'm reminded of the saying, "We don't get to choose our kids."
That works both ways. "We don't get to choose our parents."
My mother was an abusive raging witch who didn't love any of her 4 kids.
She was lucky I had a lot of self control; I came close to killing her on several occasions.
None of her kids attended her funeral.
 
Capt Lightning said:
Sometimes I envy those who had a good relationship with their parents, but sometimes it's all about them.
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Great track! :)

A friend of mine, (whose father was a great friend of my father, as was he), is now a much loved father, grandfather and great grandfather many times over, and he has a big/strong personality, and is no fool in business either.

However, his sons tell him he was not so doting as a dad, as he is with the grandchildren and great grandchildren, and its a good sign they are able to be honest with one another, (he does have something of a temper, well he's known for it, but he's always great with me, not least because he thought so much of both my parents). The explanation he offers his son, (and his wife agrees and offers their son too), is that he was working so hard, and so focused on making a success of his farming business he did not always have the patience he should have had with his five children.
 
My children would 100% agree with this! ❤️ My Mum was the same with me I see the same in my only daughter towards her children, and also in my daughter -in-law toward hers.

I recognize that not everyone is as strongly bonded to their Mothers as mine are to me. We are very lucky to have such a strong family dynamic between us, and I am grateful for it.
 
I disagree with the initial statement on many levels.

This is a lowly world and the amount or quality of love felt on Earth is only a fraction of love
we will experience as our soul evolves. When all the love possible for you to feel from your
soul's heart is pulled, you will find there is only more and more love, felt in a much deeper
and much more profound way. Our minds are not even capable of experiencing the
intensity, the depth and breadth of love that exists. It's beyond comprehension.

My other reasons for not agreeing with the statement are private and personal.
 
In my case the opposite was true. My parents had my brother and 11 years later they had my sister. My Dad wanted to have a sister or brother closer in age to her. My Mom finally gave in and I was born. I thank God every day for my Dad.
 
My mother, although suffering from severe vascular dementia, at age 98, still knew all 3 of her "boys". (We were never her "sons" or her "children", we were always her "boys"..) She loved us all until her dying breath. My brothers and I consider her our greatest earthly blessing.
 
Just going by my own experience, I do agree with that statement. My mother loved me almost to the point of worship. I was an only child, and due to medical reasons she couldn't have any more. She was warned that if she got pregnant again, it would probably kill her.

I did and still do love my own three children just as much. But since this isn't a contest, I can't say whether that statement is universally true for all mothers and children. It's too general to apply to everybody. In my family's case, we got lucky.
 
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