Did you like the parents of your friends when you were young?

Oh, yes, very much so. With the exception of a very few, they were lovely people and so very kind.
Just Wednesday I was with my friend’s dad who is 95 and still going strong. I keep in touch with as many as I can, although most have passed by now.

My dad was the one everybody loved, my mom, not so much.

In general, yes. I liked my best friend’s parents a lot but it kind of shocked me that her mother said “shit” sometimes. A high school friend’s mother was a terrible shrew and it was kind of scary to be around her. But I enjoyed the rest and I also enjoyed most of my parents’ friends too.

I had a great friend that I had lost connection with. We found eachother and he tried to impress me with his narcotics collection stored away in his curtains. I told my mom and she told his mom.

She replied to my mom that he had good shit.

I stopped visiting, and lost connection again.

I liked my friends’ parents and most of them, my mom would be friendly with when she went to their house to pick me up. She would sit and chat with them a bit while I hung out more with my friend(s).

When I was in the lower elementary grades, I had one friend who my mom was friendly with. When my mom came to my friend’s house to pick me up, I would hide my shoes (with my friend’s encouragement) so when my mom said it was time to go, I’d say “I can’t find my shoes” and then my mom would chat more with the other mom.

My friends loved my dad. He would tease them and they’d giggle. On Halloween, if a good friend came to the door, he’d have them come in, then tell them they had to do a trick for a treat – do a dance step or make a funny face. LOL They’d blush and giggle some more. I really liked most of my friend’s parents. Seems like that’s how it was – you liked their parents better and they liked yours better.

Only one in that group of my friends’ parents stood out. Closest thing to a best friend to me in elementary and high-school was her son. They lived not too far away so I had many meals, lunches and dinners over there. She was a very good cook. She had a freezer and a fridge where “once something gets in, it never gets out.” Wish she was still alive.

When I was about 10–12 years old I thought the mother of one of my friends was pretty glamorous and, dare I say it, sexy. I never told him.
Thinking about it now she was probably around 35!

This may say something about the folks I hung out with at a younger age but one was the mayor of our city, but turned out to be corrupt (::shocker::), a couple were horrible alcoholics who beat or ignored their kids. One kid’s mom was a drug addict who brought home random guys weekly. So, no, I didn’t like them very much.

By the time sophomore year of high school rolled around, I met some friends who had nice, decent parents. A few were outstanding.

For the most part, yes. Some didn’t like me for whatever reasons, and didn’t try to hide it. Others were very pleasant.

Oh yes, but my mom was the favorite of all my friends parents. It irritated me and made me proud.
My friends parents were usually older and two parent homes, so I enjoyed that environment more. I liked their structure, they liked my freedom.

Most of them. There was one friend whose mother didn’t like any excessive noise. Otherwise she was okay. Of my close friend group, we all called each other’s parents mom and dad.

I was particularly close with my very best friend’s parents. Her mom was one of the first to talk to me like I was an adult. (This was during my teen years.) My husband and I got married at their home. I remember asking them if we could and their reaction was, “We would love to give you a wedding!”

I liked the fathers save a couple who drank a lot. I liked the mothers save a couple who were gossipy hypocrites.

I had one friend whose mother was large and wore her hair up and had a big double chin, and she’d yell a lot and punish her kids by not allowing them to go out. She wasn’t particularly friendly. I used to think to myself that she really reminded me of the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland.

^ “OIFF WIT DER ‘EADS!!”

I am a really bad case of “misplaced family member”. I was always the good child in my friends’ parents’ eyes. They loved me and would lavish me with a lot of things. Some of them even told me to help better their own children. Even when the relationship between my friends turned sour I still had a good relationship with the parents. This created an awkward situation where I hated my friend but couldn’t really leave because I liked their family.

Even now as a adult this still happens. It even extends to other kinds of people. There is this daughter of a coworker who thinks I am her favorite adult.

Many of the parents of my friends sort of acted like surrogate parents for me. When I couldn’t go to my parents about stuff I could often count on the parents’ of my friends to provide parent-like structure, advice, and even a place to live. My high-school boyfriend’s mother gave me so much of her time and attention, and I am not really sure that I would have survived my teen years without her.

@tinyfaery Starting from the time my child was in junior high I started noticing and being there for some of the kids who needed parenting and weren’t really getting it at home. I called them my “bonus kids”. Years later I realized that what I was doing was had been done for me by my friends’ parents. I was a Bonus Kid and it sounds like you were, too. I will always be incredibly grateful to the parents who went the extra mile for me and you and others like us who needed them.