Storm,
Whew. I'm glad you wrote this. I had never understood what you seemed to be assuming about me.
I am glad to tell you that you are reading me quite wrong, misstakes and missteps here are not evidence of me being a bad mother. I am glad to be able to point out that one really can't sum up another person's character or parenting so easily.
I have been a fierce advocate for my child when she was experiencing bullying. She would tell you the same, because I see red. I could not protect her from the whole cycle of "unpopularity" -- nor can any parent, perfecly -- but when I was aware, I was in there! One notable example was in her 3rd grade when another child kept pinching, poking, yanking her hair, tripping and tormenting her. I believed her completely and I acted. I asked the teacher for help, they gave me platitudes. After a day or two when the situation wasn't resolved, I asked the teachers if I could meet with the other child's parents, and they went on alert, nooo, nooo, let US handle this. Another day or two, same story. I went to the school, spotted the bully in the call, sweetly called her aside and told her:
I don't care if you don't like my daughter. You do not have to be friends with her. But I do not want you ever again to pinch, push, trip or hurt her in any way. If you don't like her, stay away from her. But if I hear one more time that you have done this, I am going to call your mother and you will be in big trouble. Do you understand me? She nodded like crazy and a few days later I went to pick up my D and the former bully was hugging her and invited her over several times to play.
My D did not complain often, did not tell me of every instance when she was sad or hurt. I felt her pain, socially (as I'd been through the same thing), and did all I could to arrange play dates and support her in making friendships. She wound up having friends in her life much, much sooner than I had. By middle school she'd found herself, and she had very nice friends in high school and college. She found the first group friendship in UU youth group, and talks fondly of it today.
I shouldn't take what you've assumed personally, Stormy, and I won't. Perhaps my anguish and guilt over the rage she vented that I recently posted about has caused you to want to pin the blame for my daughter's difficulties somewhere, perhaps on me.
I'm sure much of it does belong squarely in my lap. I have never had a problem acknowledging that. What else do we write about here but how our parents affected us...of course we affect our children.
But I'd like to share with you a bit from a letter she sent me just a year ago:
"Mom, please don't ever feel responsible for all my troubles. There are several things I have brought on myself. And the two of us are not the same person (I know!). I have been finding myself, since Dad died, growing more and more like him. All of the sides of me that represent Dad have been amplified lately. His lonely side is one. .... I miss you Mom, and I know we will still have some great times together. You have some grandkids here (the pets). I'm also glad to be your daughter."
Nothing's perfect, including my mothering...and I'm sure I sounded like a wreck when I expressed my feelings of guilt and anguish over her suffering and rage a month or so back. But it wouldn't be fair to me to conclude --even though I felt guilty -- that I have not been a loving, supportive mother to her. I'm on her side in life and always have been. Mistakes and all, she knows that.
Thanks,
Hops