What's
the worst and best thing your mother ever said to you?
I'll go first: My mother actually never said anything really awful to me. She was more a neglectful than a mean parent.
She did call me a bitch, frequently, when I was in my early teens, which I felt keenly at the time. And when I was about eleven and having a melt-down (I'm high-functioning autistic, I think), she took a Polaroid picture of me so I would "see how ugly I looked." I'm still mad about that.
But she came out to Idaho (from New Orleans) when the kid was born to stay with me a week, and take care of the colicky kid. I'll always be grateful for that. And when I started writing novels, she always read my work, even the horrible early novels, and she told me that she knew I would get published, because I was too good not to.
My father (also a high-function autistic) was the mean one, though to be fair I don't know if he knew he was being mean. He constantly told me as an adolescent that I needed to lose weight; and when I got cancer, he told me that when life gave me lemons I should make lemonade. None of that was as bad as his own melt-downs, though, which manifested as screaming at all of us and beating us children frequently.
Oddly, after he got dementia, he became a really nice guy.
I suppose the best thing he ever said to me was that he didn't worry about me because I knew how to plan ahead and work toward a goal. Honestly, that made up for a lot.
What about y'all? Best and worst?
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| My mother at 80 |