Mothers do suffer from the remit of their role particularly now, with the lack of strong extended families, the mother role is confined to one sole person.
With friends we can have a tribe to fulfil our needs (and more often than not our desires that are wickedly at odds with our needs). We all know a glamorous adventurer who sweeps us into her spell then benignly disappears when the drama of our heartache subsides to the sobs of breakdown, leaving us to by comforted by the Earth Mother whose divine glow is outshone by temporary excitement.
When finding life partners we flounder in the same way - trying to find one person to fulfil all our needs. As Jerry Hall memorably boasted 'it is simple to keep a man, you must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom,' only to be usurped by a younger model.
Mothers are further doomed by our training for the role: by none other than the often worst equipped of all, our very own supporters and nemeses, our mothers! Since the 1950s there is an academic school of thought that all parents are primed to fail and the best that they can hope to achieve is to be 'good enough'. I guess all we can do is come to terms with our mothers strengths as well as flaws, the f*** ups they generously bestow on us and try to remember how amazing we really are, so we can minimise the collateral damage to our future lives.
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