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Eating breakfast after everyone else:

Mom: Sabri, can you make yourself an egg?

Me: I don't want one.

Mom: No? Really?

Me: No.

Mom: Well, did you warm up your pancakes?

Me: No, I like them cold.

Mom: Cold? Ay Dios mio! You need to put them in the microwave for one minute!

Me: Mom, I like them cold.

Mom: Sabri! You have to warm them up.

Me: They're fine, mom.

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdeak*

I am grateful for this warm, loving visit.
I am grateful for this warm, loving visit.
I am grateful for this warm, loving visit.

Date: 2011-11-27 04:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glenmarshall.livejournal.com
It was this kind of insensitivity that characterized my relationship with my mother. She disregarded my feelings and preferences, substituting her own. A little example: "You don't like spicy food," when I actually did and very much still do. It got into some really big things, such as my relationships with my father and grandparents and my choices of friends and peer relationships. The upshot is that I became detached from my own feelings, instead running my life to avoid her criticism.

It took some good therapy to get re-introduced to myself and grow-up emotionally.
Edited Date: 2011-11-28 04:04 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-28 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angiedub.livejournal.com
"Bang head here" summarizes my renewed relationship with my mother after a 30-year absence (by her). Your icon, I mean. My excellent relationship with my own daughter is probably largely due to this absence, so in many respects, it was probably a good thing.
My mental/emotional makeup is similar to my mother's (physiology, I presume, and early-life proximity), but I fight it (hard) with much help from years of good therapy.

Date: 2011-11-27 05:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wgseligman.livejournal.com
You like cold pancakes?

... I thought I knew you ...

Oh, well. If I can attempt differentiation from the fact that there's someone in the world who likes cold pancakes, you can differentiate from your mother's desire to impose her breakfast customs on you.

... but if the pancakes are cold, how do you get the butter to melt ...

Date: 2011-11-27 05:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karmawings.livejournal.com
Haha, substitute pancakes for noodles and I had this exact conversation with my mom yesterday.

Date: 2011-11-27 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shesqueals.livejournal.com
It helped me when I recognized that these types of conversations with my mom were specifically because my mom saw me as an extension of herself rather than my own person. It took time, distance and some therapy to have the realization that she was doing her best and that it was best to simply assert my own likes when she tried. "Really mom, I know you don't like fish, but I really do." I stopped being angry, accepted her telling me what I liked as her telling me what she liked, shrugged it off and ate what I wanted.

Date: 2011-11-27 09:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rio-luna.livejournal.com
mom:(with remote) so what channel is Cnn?
me: we dont have cnn. Cherise put that downb
mom:(disutrbed by the tv content she is filtering -past) yuk, Denver tv is sorrible. what channle is cnn?
me: we don't have cnn. cherise put that down. (trying to manuevre around my mom who is in a narrow area amd i cannot get around her)
Lucie : this whole time, swealing and trying to hit her sister) GIVE IT BACK GOIVE IT BACK GBE IT BACK

Mom:(pointing remote out window and not getting any reposnse) your remote is broken. are there buttons on the tv?
me; Cherise, put that down now! Lucie stop yelling.
mom: (moving over to tv to start hitting buttons) what channel is cnn?

me: NO ONE IS OLSYTENING TO ME! THERE IS NO CNN! WE DONT GET CNN! WE DONT HAVE IT! CHERISE GIVE YOUR SITER BACK HER ALLIGATOR! OCUIE STOP SCREAMING!

mom: Ay, leni, why are you alwqys making a fuss? why are you yeling? it was a simple question.

Date: 2011-11-28 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] showingup.livejournal.com
I was simultaneously cringing and laughing until I could barely breathe...

i so get this....

Date: 2011-11-27 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwisteria.livejournal.com
por qué hacer usted hacer cosas ese manera, nosotros no hacemos hacer cosas ese manera , venga aquí arrendar de me mostrarse usted el derecho manera de nuevo

muñeca, linda no comas mas ya usted haber tenían bastante

por qué es mi nieta siempre vestido como un chico

por qué es mi nieta siempre vestido con mucho saliedo

It helps that i adore her and just take it as her getting to show me her lover her way.

Date: 2011-11-28 12:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evaelisabeth.livejournal.com
I tried to write a long post but failed, suffice it to say, she loves you very much, cherish the moments of her trying to baby you.

Date: 2011-11-28 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angiedub.livejournal.com
Maybe some people never learn to differentiate themselves from those around them who are important to them, i.e., everyone is me. I think this is certainly true of my own mother.

Date: 2011-12-01 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ghostgirl3.livejournal.com
Yes, but did you eat your VEGETABLES?!?! I'm looking forward to her talking about vegetables daily while evaluating everything we eat and everything I feed my kids. She praises ice cream but freaks out over pizza.
*headdesk* indeed :)

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