Who Were You Closer To As A Child, Your Mother or Your Father?

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SeaBreeze

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As a child I was closer to my mother, as she was a stay at home housewife and I spent a lot of time with her when I wasn't in school. I did enjoy the time I got to spend with my Dad, but he worked full time so we weren't as close.

Were you closer to your mother or father as a child? Or, were you raised by someone other than them who you were close to?
 

My dad was on the other side of the continent when I was born. He saw me for the first time when I was 8 months old and not again until I was almost three, when the war ended.

Mum was the constant in my life. Dad died early when I was only 25 years old but Mum lived to be 91 years old. I wish I had more time to get to know my father. He was a good man.
 
I was closer to my mother in one sense in that she was a homemaker while my father worked in an office full-time. But my father and I were more alike. Every Saturday when we kids were little he would take us to the park so our mother could have a day off from child-care. When I got older he and i ran errands together on Saturdays, to get the car serviced, to get his hair cut, to shop at the hardware store, and the older I got the more he let me help with the yard work.

My whole family loved books and music but my father and I were more "into" them, talking more about books and music than my mother and I did -- but she was the one who played the piano, took us to music lessons and the library, and horseback riding lessons, and taught us to swim. What cooking and sewing I can do -- and surprisingly I'm fairly good at both! -- I learned from hours and hours of just being with while she did both, not giving me formal lessons, just being with me in the kitchen.

So -- after all that -- guess I'll say I was equally close to both of them.
 

I was closer to my mother. My father worked many and long hours and was not around much in my younger years. Even when I got older, he was working long hours. When he was not working, he and my mum would go out at the weekends and it meant I still did not get much time with him. We were, nonetheless, a close family but it was my mum who spent most time with me.
 
Dang, what a great question!!! Especially as we've gotten more uh hem...mature...As a kid and even into my teens my Mum was a force of nature. Me? Eh, meek and shy as a kid. The worst thing she would throw " Oh you embarrassed me". At the dentist I was scared. Her friends I didn't know what to say. But really now I am her age at the time...

My Dad I don't talk to too often...hates dogs and disorder...and older than Gawd...but my Mami? Wish I could bring her back. We would so understand each other now.
 
My dad. My mom really wasn't one to be a mother, couldn't be bothered. She was like that her entire life. I didn't realize how selfish she was until I had children.
 
As a young child I was very close to my mother. She stayed at home all day and took care of the 6 kids. At a certain point she didn't want to do that anymore and things changed a lot.

Here she is with me:

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I was close to both my parents,but my Mother was very critical of me and things I would do what I would wear etc.On the other hand my Dad was gentle and caring and never critical. In our old family picture I had my hands on my Dad's shoulders. He was my Heart.

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I was probably closer to my mother, but have fond memories of stuff I did with my dad in my younger years. As I got older though, my dad worked longer hours and his relationship with my mom started to come apart. He was never close with his parents, thus I think he didn't know how to express affection for his children. We all yearned for a closer relationship with him. When he finally split from my mom (I was 19 at the time, but had younger siblings), our relationship often seemed strained, almost like he didn't know how to talk to me. Of course the fact that he had chosen another woman and devastated my mom didn't help. So on balance I was closer with my mom, wished that my relationship had been better with my dad for much of my later life, but I am in a better place with him today. He's still not the best father, but I think I understand him more and accept him for who he is.
 
Something that just came to mind. I must have been around 4 or 5. My Mom stayed at home until I started school. She would bake and I would sit on the counter and help. I remember that so clearly. A funny story that illustrates my Mom's personality. She would joke with everyone else about those "woman libbers". She didn't need women's liberation, she was a force of nature all by herself. We were in the city to see a show one day. My Dad hailed a cab, a business guy in a rush tried to steal our cab. If my Dad hadn't blocked her, my Mom would have thrown this gentleman into the street...probably clock him with his own briefcase too.
 
How I love those old photos! I was equally close to both my Mom and Dad as well as my Grandma and Grandpa. I guess I considered them my second set of parents. My Grandparents lived right next to our house and I spent just as much time there as in my own home. I loved spending time with all of them. They taught me so much. If I could be just half the person they were I would consider myself to be a very lucky person.
 
Neither really. I was around my mother most often, because she was a stay at home mom. My dad worked the evening shift in a factory, and for many years he had a second job installing storm doors during the day. They were always busy doing something---building, remodeling, repairing things.

Maybe I grew up in a different era? The main thing about parents back then was to do what you're told, be seen but not heard, don't bother them too much, and you'd survive just fine. It seemed to be standard according to other kids I hung around with. And I didn't have any brothers and sisters, either.;)
 
I was much closer to my mother. My dad worked a lot and traveled for work, and when he was home he was not talkative at all. He was either "puttering" in the garage or his roses, or sitting in his chair reading the paper. I always knew he loved us, but he was kind of distant. My sister and I were talking about him the other day and realized we know almost nothing about him. Favorite foods? Colors? Music? Literature? TV programs? Politics? All we know is that he was a Republican. We knew he was interested in in his rose gardening, and in photography, but that's about it. He never talked about his work or the people there, or any small things like what had happened at work; all I know is that he was an engineer and he worked for the government. He died in 1977 of a sudden heart attack at the age of 63.

I agree with Nancy's assessment above: "Maybe I grew up in a different era? The main thing about parents back then was to do what you're told, be seen but not heard, don't bother them too much, and you'd survive just fine. It seemed to be standard according to other kids I hung around with."
 
Mama. She was my rock, my teacher, my cheerleader and my friend. Being her youngest, (and an *oops* un-planned passion inspired oh my number FOUR?) I had a much different relationship with her than my older siblings. I miss her. I *talk* to her, still, from the soul.

I lost Dad to cancer when I was 8 and before that he was on the road working a five state territory to make life doable for the five of us back home.
I look just like him, which is sweet and cool. Wish I had known him. Everyone says he had a quick laugh and a wonderful, caring, ultra compassionate heart.
 
My Mom, and I still miss her today! When I was really young, she was closer to my older sister but once I became an adult, we became close. When things were looking down, Mom would listen. She had her own share of problems and I tried to be there for her too. She was a complicated person though. Tough on the outside but vulnerable on the inside. She had a tough life, worked hard but ended up with very little.
 
Definitely mom. She and dad divorced when I was very young. Although we did live my grandparents for the first few years, we did a lot of fun things together, those we could afford. My step dad was a fine man and treated me well over the years. But, mom gets the blue ribbon from me.
 
Mum for me, especially influential when I was young (and I'm told I'm like her), so similar to the majority of those posting in saying my mother, although I hero worshipped my father over all the years he lived (both are now gone, dad most recently).
 
I was closer to my mom but like Seabreeze it because my dad wasn't around much he worked long hours and when he was home he was either sleeping or relaxing. I loved them both and miss them so much
 
Definitely my Mother, she was my life and my whole existence, when she died my whole world crumbled around me. I still miss her to this day.
 
I have tried very hard to answer this one but cannot. I was extremely close to both my parents and I think I saw them as a team rather than individuals. Actually they were very like one another really so not an easy choice
 
Whuch way does your handwriting slope?

Jeannine said:
I have tried very hard to answer this one but cannot. I was extremely close to both my parents and I think I saw them as a team rather than individuals. Actually they were very like one another really so not an easy choice
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I may be able to help you here Jeannine, if you can tell me which way your handwriting slopes?
 
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