was I really a parent

The police called us professional parents - and it wasn't necessarily seen as a positive thing.....but we sort of have to be as our kids can't cope with a more relaxed form of parenting....we have to have firm rules that don't change, we have to do lots of therapeutic stuff all the time, we have to keep relationship at the centre of everything....and in the midst of all this, we have to keep ourselves in a positive place....so we can cope with the abuse thrown at us.

It is hard and I don't think those who haven't been there get it.

My mum was a REAL mum. She said she loved me even after I'd slammed the door.
My mum was a REAL mum. She said she loved me even after I'd trashed the door. And kicked a hole in the wall.

My mum was a REAL mum. She comforted me when I was scared of the pretend monsters under the bed.
My mum was a REAL mum. She comforted me when I was scared of the real man who put me in hospital.

My mum was a REAL mum. She still loved me after I kicked my friend.
My mum was a REAL mum. She still loved me after I kicked her.

My mum was a REAL mum. She always went to all my school parents evenings and she never complained.
My mum was a REAL mum. She always seemed to be at school. She was always getting called in to talk about the things that I'd done and have meetings and to try to help them to help me. And she never complained.

My mum was a REAL mum. She still loved me even after I stole 50p out of her purse.
My mum was a REAL mum. She still loved me even after I stole £50 out of her purse. Actually, that was twice. And sometimes lesser amounts.  Quite a lot of times, actually.

My mum was a REAL mum. She didn't complain when I refused to eat my spinach.
My mum was a REAL mum. She didn't complain when I refused to eat anything she cooked, threw it all over the floor and called her all sorts of things because it wasn't McDonalds.

My mum was a REAL mum. She was OK when I got excited about a party and got a bit silly.
My mum was a REAL mum. She was OK when I got excited about a party, couldn't cope, screamed and yelled at her, smashed her best plates and stormed out of the house.

My mum was a REAL mum. When she cuddled me, it felt so soft and warm.
My mum was a REAL mum. When she cuddled me, I stuck my elbows in her, turned away and sometimes tried to smash the back of my head into her face. But she still gave me cuddles.

My mum was a REAL mum. She was there in the hospital when I got ill.
My mum was a REAL mum. She was there in the hospital when I tried to end it all.  She loved me then, when I hated myself.  She believed in me when I couldn't believe in anything at all.

My mum was a REAL mum.  She's never given up on me.
My mum was a REAL mum.  She's never given up on me, either.

Wow Corky was that written by you?

Powerful and so so true.

I'm going to print it off if I may - so please confirm if you are the author so I have your permission.

I would like to share it with others if I may, and give you the credit as the author if it is one of yours.

Corkwing - I want to print this off & throw it in everyone's face who 'doesn't get it' & blames our children when things go wrong for them.