Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I have a very tough time relating to this concept. I'm not accusing you of being a bad person or something, but I just can't ever imagine feeling that way. When something good happens to my children, something good has happened to me. I just don't think I could think about it any other way.
Well, that's also a bit effed up too.
Why? I'm not asserting that I live through them, just that because I care about them, a major success in their life is at least a minor success in my life.
The way that is phrased sounds like you are living through them.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I have a very tough time relating to this concept. I'm not accusing you of being a bad person or something, but I just can't ever imagine feeling that way. When something good happens to my children, something good has happened to me. I just don't think I could think about it any other way.
OP isn't saying she wishes her child weren't beautiful or thinks of it as a bad thing. She's just saying that seeing her daughter have this is highlighting something she didn't have, and that can be a little painful in the recollection at times. It's like being happy your child got into an Ivy League college, but at the same time being a little jealous that they get to go away and have that experience when you didn't get to go away to school and had to work your way through community college at night while you worked full-time. Being jealous doesn't inherently mean you want to take something away from that person, or that you dislike them for having it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I have a very tough time relating to this concept. I'm not accusing you of being a bad person or something, but I just can't ever imagine feeling that way. When something good happens to my children, something good has happened to me. I just don't think I could think about it any other way.
Well, that's also a bit effed up too.
Why? I'm not asserting that I live through them, just that because I care about them, a major success in their life is at least a minor success in my life.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I have a very tough time relating to this concept. I'm not accusing you of being a bad person or something, but I just can't ever imagine feeling that way. When something good happens to my children, something good has happened to me. I just don't think I could think about it any other way.
Well, that's also a bit effed up too.
Anonymous wrote:I have a very tough time relating to this concept. I'm not accusing you of being a bad person or something, but I just can't ever imagine feeling that way. When something good happens to my children, something good has happened to me. I just don't think I could think about it any other way.
Anonymous wrote:I have a very tough time relating to this concept. I'm not accusing you of being a bad person or something, but I just can't ever imagine feeling that way. When something good happens to my children, something good has happened to me. I just don't think I could think about it any other way.
Anonymous wrote:OP, I think your feelings are understandable and normal. It's entirely possible to love your daughter and also experience feelings of envy. Try not to dwell on the feelings, though. Life is never fair. Who knows? Your DD and others may envy you in certain ways. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. You found a solid marriage partner and produced a wonderful child, so you must have something going for you!
Anonymous wrote:This is a weird feeling to have. I adore my daughter, am on her side 100%, love her to death, etc. And I'm very, very proud of her. But it's so embarrassing and weird to admit that to an extent I also envy her.
My daughter is beautiful. Just out-and-out gorgeous. When we walk places, guys stare at her and she nonchalantly accepts these tributes to her beauty with the indifference of someone who has received them her whole life. She has guys fighting over her in high school.
I was the very definition of Plain Jane growing up. I didn't get asked out by anyone until I was 28 and by some weird miracle met DH when I was 33. I've always bought my own drinks, never had a man stare at me or compliment me, lol. None of it is a big deal and I certainly never wasted my energy thinking about it after a certain age, but seeing my DD's life makes me understand how comparatively lacking my own girlhood was. I do feel a certain sense of envy that this is something I could never experience.
I want to know I'm not the only parent who goes through this weird and guilt-inducing experience of envying their child?