I remember lots of things about Mom, whose name is Carolyn, by the way. Isn't that a pretty name?
Anyhow, some stories...I grew up in the Dallas area, and even as a small child I remember being in the backseat of the car, driving around for hours, asking her, "Are you lost again?" ( a similarity between us.) Or her being a PTA president when I was in the second grade, or being a room mother in my class. When I was very young, I remember going to class with her (she taught fourth grade) and wanting to be one of her students. (I am a teacher.) In later years, when I was fifteen and difficult, she gave me nuggets of invaluable advice: "Pretty is as pretty does," and "Whiners leave," (I use that one a lot) "Pain for Beauty," and "No one likes a navel gazer." (Do you see a theme here? I guess I was pretty self-involved as a young woman.) She also pointed out that sometimes I was nicer to total strangers than I was to my own family (and to reconsider that), and that I should think of others before I considered my own wants. (I'd beat my kids over the head with this one if I thought it would make it sink in better.) She also loved me, reassured me, dried my many tears and stayed with me though countless illnesses, nursed me back to health a hundred times, came and stayed with me after I had my two sons and continues to be a rock when I need her. The cool thing is now? She uses me for that sometimes, too.
Anyway, Mom's leaving on Sunday for NYC and probably won't get the Mother's day gift I sent (*sigh* it'll probably get there on Monday) and I wanted to publicly thank her for being my mom. It was a thankless task at best sometimes, and I appreciate her diligence in raising me right, and for still being there when I need her. (Love you, Mom!)
So, friends! What's your favorite "Mother" story? Either about your own mother or your best moment of being a mother? Tell me, tell me! Share!