The mistreating of mothers began with Eve being spelled out as the original harlot, seeking the forbidden for Adam to enjoy. She's not spelled out as being generous, just the committer of "original sin." She gave birth to heaven and hell, and has since been the bane of mankind. Then we think of her as a mother. But not until after the complaining of her position as sin.
Literature has reinforced this negative image, blaming almost everything on mom, and it makes me wonder; why such a masochistic stance? Why does it always come back to the mothers? Seriously! Why do kids blame everything on mothers? Whether spoiled, or still are, or were cut off, or beaten, or caught beating off, or because mom was heartless, or narcissistic, or a martyr, an example, or "best-friend," or perhaps lacking in something...maternal, or paternal, or she was too fat, or thin, or boring, or dead, or "around," or drunk, maybe too sober, or sombre, or nurturing, or, or -Or!... -but, really; when!
Don't get me wrong. I hate my mother as much as any loving child, but I don't blame her for that hate! It's part of the natural cycle of traditional infantilism. At first, you want to be/marry/be loved by her in youth, hate her in adolescence, allowing high-school to be the mutual battleground for cruelty and embarrassment, continue through college where it's smartest to speak through dad, and exchange niceties in exchange for the free babysitting after she gets her grandchildren. Simple and standard issue hate, healthy as sin, everyone goes home a winner.
But to blame her?
That's just rude.
As adults we tend to think about mom's shortcomings and perhaps accept them, not because she's nice, or sweet, or "changed," but because it turns out, she didn't know what the hell she was doing when she had us, maybe still doesn't, and -if she managed to survive, because we are left with the question: would we want our children blaming us for those same reasons? And if we've changed, isn't it also possible that mom has? When will we realize that it may be a sham that who actually suffered through the dung-parts of parenting (memoirists excluded) ever wrote a book about parenting!
It's not the mom's fault past the suckling stage... which, many know can last well past the half-century-age stage. When does mom -regardless of how much you hate her, ever get a break from the respite? What psychosomatic symptom isn't her Freudian fault? Hate her? Sometimes. Love her, we hope. But blame her for the course of your life?
Didn't the human race decide to blame God for that? (-not condoning, for the record)
So in celebration, let's not take any responsibility for ourselves, the course of our lives, or our actions. Draw forth the grudges and forget already evasive forgiveness. There is yet another myopic lens with which to view mistakes both past and present!
So hate me if you must, but take responsibility for yourself and, if you're not happy with the one I gave you, get a life.