My Mum was a compulsive worrier, and excessively shy and very anti-social. She was also obsessive about housework, and everything had to be done to routine. She was a good mother. We were always well-fed and clothed, on a tight budget, but I don't remember her ever being affectionate to any of us.
I think that living through the war, being bombed-out with two very small children, and having a husband who came back from the war uninjured physically but not the happy person who had gone away, probably changed her. My Aunt told me that they were both very happy people before the war. It's sad that I never saw that side of them.
So, although there's nothing that I would want to inherit from her, I wish that she hadn't been changed by circumstances before I had the chance to get to know how she used to be.