We have been talking about Donna and Dr Who in the comments of the linked post.
Donna’s mother is definitely what I would call a Toxic Mother.
Toxic ~ acting as or having the effect of a poison; poisonous
I definitely had/have a Toxic mother. I love her, I can’t tell her that, she doesn’t talk to me. But in loving and praying for my mum, I casn still see her toxicity. Mommy Dearest ?
Think Donna’s mother magnified many times over.
And sometimes I think I’m repeating that toxicity.Okay, not to similar high toxic degrees, but toxic nevertheless.
Many times, I think the family is okay and I’ve done an okay job. But then things happen and I see how f-ed up we really are.
No Carol and Mike Brady here.
At a women’s group tonight, I mentioned that we women sometimes just have to do what is right and not feel responsible for eveyone else’s happiness.
And yet, I do feel responsible.
And when things happen, less than stellar things, I take it personally.
I know my family carries the weight of my personal baggage ( how I hate that trendy yet so descriptive term!), from me having a Toxic Mother. Just when I think I have got away from it all, the poison reaches out and reminds me that my past is still a part of me. And try as I might to the contraire, I have passed some dysfunctional family crap onto my kids.
Okay, enough with this vague posting. I can’t share the toxicity here but I remind myself of the powerful influences of mothers.
Get your act together, girl!
Motherhood has a very humanizing effect. Everything gets reduced to essentials. ~Meryl Streep
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved
The best conversations with mothers always take place in silence, when only the heart speaks. ~Carrie Latet