The Chinese just passed a law that will make it a criminal offense, punishable by a prison term, if adult children do not visit their parents.
This is going to be a long, potentially boring, personal post, but I need to get it off my chest.
It's six years now since my mother died, at the age of 90.
At first I was relieved, but over the last three years or so, I have begun to regret that I never had a better relationship with her.
She could never accept that her children had grown up, never gave any respect, offered encouragement or left us to make our own mistakes, what we did get was constant put downs, criticism, and instructions. Kudos to her though, she was never slow to give us financial help.
I am eight years younger than my brother, in my entire life, I don't think I ever heard her say anything nice to him. No wonder he couldn't wait to leave home.
My other brother probably fared the best, he was a talented artist, and he was the only one of us to go to university. My mother loved to boast about his achievements.
Don't get me wrong, she wasn't all bad. We grew up poor but we never went without anything because she was always resourceful, an excellent housekeeper, a good cook and a great gardener who grew most of our fruit and vegetables.
I learned an awful lot from her too. She taught me about the stars and the planets, nature, how to care for animals, home maintenance, an appreciation of the arts, first aid and how to care for the sick, good manners and a strong work ethic. The three things she failed to teach me were housekeeping, cooking and gardening, the three things she was best at. I could never meet her standards.
I often wonder if she ever realised how much she alienated her family. Not just her children, but her grandchildren, daughters in law, friends, neighbours and two husbands. In 1998 her younger brother, who has lived in Tasmania since 1966, came over to stay with her, they were both in their eighties. I asked him how his visit was going and he told me: "I just have to remember I'm only the little brother."
I have so many regrets about the relationship with my mother. I try hard not to blame my own failures on her, but its hard.
Does any one else have regrets they cannot resolve?
This is going to be a long, potentially boring, personal post, but I need to get it off my chest.
It's six years now since my mother died, at the age of 90.
At first I was relieved, but over the last three years or so, I have begun to regret that I never had a better relationship with her.
She could never accept that her children had grown up, never gave any respect, offered encouragement or left us to make our own mistakes, what we did get was constant put downs, criticism, and instructions. Kudos to her though, she was never slow to give us financial help.
I am eight years younger than my brother, in my entire life, I don't think I ever heard her say anything nice to him. No wonder he couldn't wait to leave home.
My other brother probably fared the best, he was a talented artist, and he was the only one of us to go to university. My mother loved to boast about his achievements.
Don't get me wrong, she wasn't all bad. We grew up poor but we never went without anything because she was always resourceful, an excellent housekeeper, a good cook and a great gardener who grew most of our fruit and vegetables.
I learned an awful lot from her too. She taught me about the stars and the planets, nature, how to care for animals, home maintenance, an appreciation of the arts, first aid and how to care for the sick, good manners and a strong work ethic. The three things she failed to teach me were housekeeping, cooking and gardening, the three things she was best at. I could never meet her standards.
I often wonder if she ever realised how much she alienated her family. Not just her children, but her grandchildren, daughters in law, friends, neighbours and two husbands. In 1998 her younger brother, who has lived in Tasmania since 1966, came over to stay with her, they were both in their eighties. I asked him how his visit was going and he told me: "I just have to remember I'm only the little brother."
I have so many regrets about the relationship with my mother. I try hard not to blame my own failures on her, but its hard.
Does any one else have regrets they cannot resolve?