”Mama knows best when times get hard”
Most children idealise their parents, especially their mothers. We always look to her for her eternal wisdom, when things get hard. Most people believe their is a special bond between a mother and a child. Especially seen as they endured giving labour to you, often for a long period of time, and if it was a natural birth then it was most likely painful. Very painful. What happens when we don’t have that bond with our mothers? Are we destined to be empty, or to have some deficiency, or be lost for the rest of our lives.
Why do we place so much weight on this relationship. Speaking as someone who has never had anything close to a normal, or loving relationship with her mother, I wonder what it says about me, that even my grandmothers death couldn’t bring us together. Does having an abnormal relationship with the woman that bore me, mean that i am disenfranchised in some way? Or is the effect of a bad relationship merely a reflection of our personalities or history repeating itself.
What if mama doesn’t know best?
I’d like to know if their are any of you out their that have a special relationship with your mothers, or even had and what made that relationship special. Although i wouldn’t bet on me and my own mother ever working out our unspeakable issues. SO, back to my original point, what if we don’t have a figure in our life, that in modern society has been made to be something that is so important and idyllic.
Sometimes, or almost all the time, it’s hard to follow your gut instinct, your head and heart, all at once. It’s damn near impossible. I think that in life, from what i’ve experienced in life, we’d rather play to the beat, rather than make our own. Why try and step outside our little box and try and rectify volatile situations, when you will be the only one in the line of fire?
So when, you are all alone, who is the person that is going to teach you right and wrong? how to hit on guys/girls? The person who will give you the awkward talk about sex, that one day you’ll reminisce and laugh about? These are all rights of passages, which pass through every boundary. The things that we consider to be normal, but we are all so different, how can we have things that we were all taught by that figure.
Either way that figure, with eternal wisdom, is haunting me as it slowly lurks through the shadows.