I don’t like to say that kids are bad, or parents are bad,
or people are bad. My fundamental belief is really that we are not good or bad.
Of course, there is evidence that people are born with tendencies towards
certain kinds of behaviors, generally on a continuum… there is a normal and
expected response in most circumstances… and there are people who don’t seem to
respond with the bulk of people in the normal range… And there is evidence that
environmental contingencies illicit, shape, and maintain both adaptive and
maladaptive behaviors… The nature versus
nurture debate is obsolete, at best.
Clearly, I’m rambling… I’m trying to set a stage for a
comment, a feeling… I met a horrible mother. And it’s not entirely her fault
and I’m not judging her badly for it. She has an extensive trauma history,
completely untreated PTSD, and substance abuse problem, and so much pain… physical,
emotional, every kind you can think of.
It's not that she is a bad person, despite whatever knee jerk reaction people (me included) might have when thinking about a woman who isn't mothering well. This mom does not have the resources to support her
children. She doesnt have the money, the skills, the time, the emotion regulation, the tolerance... And there children than there are of her, and so many needs.... And her focus is solely on her
own survival, as it has been her whole life most likely, and her children are
suffering alone. And looking for support anywhere they can find it. Some have
found their way. And some have not. She would wish it different, I bet. Her
intentions were good at some point, most likely. She is a victim, too.
Today. I am thankful
that I have the ability to keep my children from knowing just how bad life can
be. Sometimes, I am so annoyed by how “spoiled”
they seem or how “ungrateful.” Today, I cherish it.
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