We’ve all chuckled about the moment we realize, “Oh no! I’m becoming just like my mother!” For some, this revelation brings a sense of joy, a connection to their heritage through looks or behaviors they admire. They celebrate the traits they’ve inherited from their mothers, perhaps even reveling in the realization that they’re following in their footsteps as parents.
But then there are those of us who tread a different path.
We are the ones who have spent years in therapy, working to untangle the emotional mess left by our mothers. We grew up surrounded by a constant stream of criticism, often oblivious to the toll it took on us—until we became parents ourselves.
As a mother of three daughters, I’ve longed to embrace motherhood. Nurturing comes naturally to me; I started babysitting at 11 and have dedicated my career to teaching young children. I’ve always been proud of my patience—until my daughters entered their teenage years, and everything shifted.
Now, with two teenagers and a pre-teen, daily conflicts have become the norm. The patience that once defined me seems to have vanished. I find myself snapping at my girls and unleashing criticisms before I even realize it. Occasionally, a phrase slips out, and I hear my mother’s voice echoing back at me.
Sometimes it’s something mild, like when I’m trying to grab a moment of solitude at night: “Please go to bed. I don’t want to see you right now.” Other times, it’s much harsher—words I never imagined I’d say. “I thought you were better than this. I guess I was wrong about you.” Or, “Would it kill you to help out around here? I do so much for you!”
Each time those words leave my lips, I feel a wave of remorse. It hits me that these phrases originated from my own mother. Though they may not have hurt me deeply in my youth, they cut through me now, decades later.
As the daughter of a narcissistic mother, I only recognized this dynamic after becoming a parent myself and stepping back to gain perspective. There were signs throughout my life, but when you grow up in a certain environment, it feels like the norm. My childhood relationship with my mother seemed typical until I realized the emotional detachment and judgment that pervaded it.
My mother didn’t yell; that was my father’s role. Yet there was a distinct lack of warmth or nurturing from her side. Emotions were absent; relationships felt transactional. Praise was rare, and apologies were nonexistent. If we didn’t meet her expectations, the fallout was swift. I yearned for her approval, often feeling inferior when compared to others.
When I became a parent, those memories resurfaced, and I found myself uttering phrases like “would it kill you to…” or “Can’t you do this right?” The words burst forth uncontrollably, and I hear my mother’s voice, not my own.
It’s a shocking realization: I am becoming my mother. I must fight against this transformation with everything I have.
Being raised by a narcissistic mother means you’re always on high alert. You have to be mindful not to repeat the cycle. When criticism accidentally escapes your lips, it’s crucial to acknowledge it and apologize to your children. It’s important to share your experiences with them, encouraging kindness towards themselves and each other.
I wish I could embrace the idea of becoming like my mother, but the reality is daunting. My hope is that one day, my daughters will express kindness and love, and perhaps reflect, “I’m turning into my mother. Lucky me.”
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In summary, grappling with the shadow of a narcissistic parent can be a daunting experience, especially when it manifests in our own parenting. By acknowledging these patterns and striving for kindness, we can work toward breaking the cycle for our children.