Please don't mother me.

I loved my mother. Despite her faults. The worst one. She’d try to browbeat me. Dominate me. In other words, she’d try to act too much like a mother. And too often not allow me to be me. Of course, I forgave her for that. And did pretty much as I pleased. Didn’t always follow her motherly advice. Meanwhile, I allowed mother to be mother. Even to this day, I rebel if a friend tries to ‘mother’ me. The last thing I need is to be mothered. –Jim Broede