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Bad mom

I was a bad mom. I did the best I could but my best, now that I look back, wasn't my best. Why was I a bad mom? Because I did not have a good role model to teach me how to parent. I had a mother who didn't hug me, a mother who took every chance she could to yell at me, to belittle me, to demean me (put lipstick on, you look sick...and I still do this to this day with her voice in my head), she never gave me credit for anything I DID do that was positive, always put me on the backburner, everyone else came first and I was an afterthought or mistake. As a mom...I did almost everything she did. I failed just as she failed. However, I did something that she has never done. I realized that I was not a good mom, I apologized to my children,

I own my failures, I am trying to learn from my mistakes. I failed my children when they were growing up. I am going to do my best to not fail them as adults. Sadly...I didn't fall short. I failed. I've chatted with both of my girls and it was a tough conversation hearing where I missed the mark as their mom. Seeing that I did what my own mother did. Realizing that I was not a good mom to my children has been difficult to own up to. My oldest told me "Mom...you don't know what you don't know. You can't do better if you don't know better" I wasn't taught to parent. My kids did not have a great childhood and having to own that is one of the toughest crosses I have to bear. My kids have forgiven me. Now I have to forgive myself.

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