A lack of mental maturity in grown woman

When I was a bit younger I used to recall certain aspects of my childhood with my mom and beat her up over them in my mind, or to my friends.  One memory in particular always bothered me, I was about seven or eight and we were in Daytona Beach visiting her boyfriend. He was that guy that rented bikes and body boards and umbrellas on the beach. I had been playing with another girl I had friended on the beach and her mom and dad invited me to go to SeaWorld with them the next day. My mom agreed. 

To me as an "adult" I was baffled that she agreed to this. We didn't know these people. I viewed this as irresponsible and selfish. She wanted alone time with her boyfriend....who to me as an adult was a loser...really...a grown man renting gear on the beach. Of course I wasn't going to cut him (or her) a break regardless of his profession....and as an "adult" that sounds feckin awesome!  

I don't really remember much about Sea World. I'm sure I had a lovely time. The only thing I do remember is the little girl throwing up in my hair on the ride home. 

Now....as an adult (and I use that word loosely to describe myself, every time I think I have this "adult" thing down I learn something new that completely crushes me into submission of just how stupid and naive I still am) I break this down and have to give my mom some credit. 

You see this was the mid 80's before the ubiquitous white van started showing up offering candy to young kids and abducting them to sell to satanic cults for blood rituals. This was before Jaycee Dugard was kidnapped walking to the bus stop while her step-father witnessed the whole thing.  No one really stole kids at this point...or well they did, it just wasn't on the news putting fear into the American parent yet. 

I can tell you after Jaycee Dugard's kidnapping in August of 1989 I was on lockdown until I graduated from high school. My mom was sure at this point I was going to be stolen and sold to the black market for sexual slavery.  (My mom's very all or nothing). 

I realize now as an adult...that perhaps my mom deserves a break from me....after all I've done shit I'm not proud of as a mom and I am 100% positive Sydney will write a book exposing all of them in a year or two. I see her scribbling away in a notepad giving me that seething look at least once a week.

I also realize now that my mom wasn't very emotionally mature when she was in her 20's and even in her early 30's.  There are certain things women who don't have this maturity do.  Like let their little children go off with strangers for a few hours of time with their boyfriend. Or act like a tough guy that could beat your ass if you smile wrong. 

As we watch TUF 18 this becomes very apparent to me.  There is a significant difference between the way the two coaches act. You have one woman whose father killed himself because he had a terminal illness when she was very young and the other whose dad coached her wrestling team in high school. Very involved and very absent. 

At first I was pretty harsh on the fatherless coach's behavior....which my little ears were all so eager to pick up on it and so began the parroting. Ugh...another failure. Now I am back pedaling a bit and trying to provide some face for this poor woman to my seething 13 yo...who much to my chagrin is very all or nothing. 

We can't all be perfectly behaved and wow, what a huge blessing it is to have that stable father (and mother) figure to provide that emotional maturity before you become 20 something and attempt adulthood. Wow...you can pick it out instantly can't you? 

So in yet another long winded rant, the point is!!! Be nice to your mom.