Nevermind. I had a heated discussion with my mother the other day and was feeling guilty. My childhood memories did not align with hers. We spoke this morning and she apologized.
I had a fairly decent childhood and compared to hers, it was like growing up in Disney Land. I wasn't complaining. She brought up my siblings parenting styles and seemed to wonder where they stemmed from . . . when I suggested that they were rasing their children mostly in the same fashion as we were raised, she became incensed for some reason. I never said my childhood was rotten, it wasn't but as most anyone elses, it wasn't a bowl of cherries, either.
From now on, I'm not discussing it with her. It's not worth it. If she brings it up, I'll allow her to remember it as she sees fit ;]