“She’s a bitch of a girl. I hate her. She does nothing to help and openly flouts everything I ask her to do,” so spoke the mother one day when she was obviously overwhelmed by the demands of younger children.
The girl in question was four years old and wanted nothing more than to be a small girl.
The mother was told it would be beneficial to be more tolerant. The mother argued that she was the mother and her authority was being challenged, and her will defied, and she wasn’t taking it in any way.
The belligerence continued as the child grew and the rift between mother and daughter grew ever wider.
The mother never thought of her daughter in any way other than that of a child and one who needed to be told what to do.
When the child was six years old, and the conflict between the two continued, and the mother’s treatment of her continued in the most vindictive of ways, I advised the mother that if she didn’t treat her children well, for by then it was more than one child she mistreated, she would end up a lonely old woman with no one wanting to be around her.
How true it has become. Of her six children, only one or two have any sporadic contact with her, most the children shun her, some have not spoken to her in years, she insists to this day that nothing she has done has brought this on. It’s what happens to those who never take responsibility for what they do and argue nothing is or was their fault.
In this case, the karma has been severe, it is wrong, it had robbed the children of a mother figure, for as we know, everyone deserves to have a mother. But at the same time, it is as it is and they and me have to deal with it.