This goes out to all the men, who still like their moms (or parents in general) and like to spend time with them, as adults.
What’s something they did, while you were growing up, that kept your bond strong?
What’s something they are doing now, whilst you are an adult?
What’s something your mom/parents did, that kept your bond strong?
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This goes out to all the men, who still like their moms (or parents in general) and like to spend time with them, as adults.
What’s something they did, while you were growing up, that kept your bond strong?
What’s something they are doing now, whilst you are an adult?
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As a child: Not much. They’d always listen to me, but not really. It was tough.
As an adult: We check up on each other. I think we took growing up for granted because we’re closer than before.
Raised me by themselves as a single mother.
Make sure we all ate dinner together every night even if we had to wait for one another regardless of reasons we couldn’t make it on time
She went through hell to keep me and my sister because my biological father back then was a complete deadbeat (his changed massively now).
And despite my mother leaving my father after she caught him cheating and really hated him for years. She told him that me and my sister are his kids and he has every right to keep in touch with them and it’s up to me and my sister if we wanted to keep our father in our lives. Her putting me and my sisters wants first made me love her more.
I was always more close to my mother growing up and throughout my life I will give her random hugs and say “love you mum” for no reason.
I remember my mum (before meeting my amazing stepfather) was a single mother and the government put some thing on the TV because my mother was so behind on her payments that if we wanted to watch TV. My mother had to put in a £1 coin to give us a hour of TV time and my mother told me she was at court once begging the judge to not take me and my sister away from her. All because my father refused to pay her for me and my sister. She turned to alcohol and that’s until she met my stepfather on a night out at a pub back in 2006. They started dating and my stepfather ended up being the best thing to happen to our family but I thankful of all the difficult stuff my mother went through to keep me and my sister in her life.
My stepfather and mother in 2011 later had my little brother and watching how both my mother and stepfather bring up him. I think my little brother is lucky and seems like a very healthy, confident and happy boy. Showing what a good mother and father can do for a child. Im proud of my mother. For everything she did and sacrificed for me and my sisters. I honestly believe if anyone was to harm me, my sisters or my little brother. My mother would probably risk her life to save us. Very protective of her kids
Do most of the parenting/disciplining/emotional connecting. My dad was not gone in a literal sense but he was sorta just, there in many instances.
For me, it was them having me at such an early age. My parents were 18 and 19 when they had me, so in a way we kind of grew up together. My whole family is close because of this. My aunts and uncles are about 12 – 14 years apart from me.
Of course, we had our struggles growing up. They were young and also learning about themselves. But, what I love most is how incredibly human they always were to us (my brother). They understood humility by knowing when they were wrong and knew how to be transparent.
Now, we’re all the best of friends. We can talk about anything. Nothing is taboo. And, we genuinely enjoy spending time together.
I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.
They didn’t do anything specific, but they’ve always been there for me regardless, that consistency, and then always being pleased to see me means I’m always pleased to see them
I think the fact that they’ve always liked me very much, and supported me no matter what (even when they gave me a hard time), has meant that our bond has always been very strong. They always seemed very happy to see me.
My mom is still the person I could go to for help/advice no matter the situation. Even as an adult
I’m getting “new mother” vibes
While growing up, our bond was strong because she said so.
While growing up, our bond was strong because she never let go.
While an adult, our bond is strong because we are apart.
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My mom is fun and witty. She’s also really smart, wise, and has always been there for me. She could stand to be less naggy when it comes to giving her pure-blood grandchildren, but I chalk that up to a cultural quirk.
When I went through a mental health crisis, my mum was there even when I felt like I didn’t want her to be there for me. My dad backed away and thought I was just struggling with uni and didn’t listen to me.
Years later when my little brother was going through the same thing but worse (SH) my mum was there every step of the way and supported him in more ways than I bet he realised, whilst my dad left him in the house alone on the same night he had a breakdown so he could go to the theatre.
Actions speak louder than words, and my mum had a healthy relationship with all her kids and always will, while my dad lost nearly all respect from all of his kids.
Honestly, not much. I have a fine relationship with my mom. But it’s largely because of my efforts, not hers. I don’t buy into this notion of being overly tactful and differential and showing blind respect the way my family does to parents. When my mom is on some bullshit, I call her on her bullshit. And overtime, she has grown to respect that about me.But now that you mention it, I don’t think my mom is really doing much of anything to keep our relationship strong. It’s all me.
We are on good terms and happy, but no real bonding. If I try to explain anything emotional they don’t seem to understand, but its not their fault. They don’t have my brain and don’t know what its like.
She’s always respected and supported whatever I set my mind to.
That was probably harder than it sounds. In that classic “kids are an average of their parents,” my Dad will make a decision and go at it at full speed, while my Mom will overthink and worry about making choices, I take an assload of time figuring out a decision and then I am all-in, going at full speed.
I imagine I’ve halfway scared the life out of her on several occasions. The difference between when I and my Dad has done that, is that I can explain my reasoning in detail afterwards… and it rarely comes out of the blue, because I took my time figuring out what I was going to do.
My mom gave me everything she had, while dad was then and stayed untill now a drunk.
It took a lot of patience and forgiving on my part. I realized she was a child in many ways. I take care of her as much as she had to take care of me. I want to say love with an understanding of her side of the story. She wasn’t violent, a criminal, substance abuser or outright abusive so I had that going for me.