I always tell people there are no perfect parents, just like there are no perfect children and no perfect jobs and no perfect employees and no perfect bosses.
I think a good mother will listen without giving lectures in response, will be somewhat flexible with rules and discipline, and won’t yell and scream all the time. When I say that, I’m thinking of one of my daughter’s friend’s mothers, who is always screaming and threatening that the kids are going to go home for their behavior and stuff like that (and these are teens so it’s embarrassing for them and for others who are in their presence).
Other than those qualities, I am not sure. I know what I liked about my mom and what I didn’t like about her. Two things I didn’t like were, as a teen, when she met my stepfather, I felt she should have intervened more or stood up for me more when he was not too nice to me. Another thing she did which was a constant annoyance was, when I was an adult, she would often tell me what I “should” do, for example, if I said I was struggling to pay my bills, she’d say “well, you should budget your money.”
What I did like about her was she was low key, and I try to be low key with my daughter, as well. I try to let my daughter know what’s on the agenda, what our plans are for the day or other weekends, or trips, so she’s not surprised with stuff. I think I could be and should probably be more strict about her studying and grades.
I think all, or most parents do the best with the resources they have (emotional resources, financial resources, etc.). Nobody’s perfect, and there’s no play book. There are a lot of books about parenting and child rearing, but there are so many different personality types for kids and for parents, and so many different circumstances, it’s impossible to cover all the bases with a book.
Someone said to me a few weeks ago, “you do your best, but then it’s out of your hands.” I’ve had friends that were so doting and seemingly wonderful, whose kids ended up fucked up, and I’ve known people who came from totally fucked up, terrible parents and the offspring were the most resilient and wonderful adults. You just never know.