Things I love about my mother
-I love that, when David had his heart attack, my Ukrainian babushka mother's response was to send him two enormous bags full of perogies, cookies, cakes, curried chicken and meat pies. Made from scratch, though, no preservatives! -I love that my mother gives Mady a slice of cheese with peanut butter spread on it and that she 'accidentally' lets a piece of roast beef fall to the floor at family suppers. I did tell her not to do this, by the way, but it doesn't stop her. -I love that, as caring as she is, when we play cards she turns into a BEAST! No mercy from this woman. Even when she plays Go Fish with the little kids! Happy Mother's Day everyone. I wonder what Mady is going to get me! Dogs count, right?? |
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every time i go see my mom i take home a care package filled with doggie treats,, but of course along with that she says oh suzi why do you have such big dogs hard to find a man th with those 2 clowns  but i still love her!! |
| What a nice thread! I love that my Mom is 100% supportive of me; even if she doesn't necessarily agree with my life endeavors. I love that my Mom is always so positive and upbeat even though her RA is almost paralyzing most days. I love that my Mom is a praying woman. I love that my Mom knows when to give an ear to listen and when to give advice. I love that my Mom is so giving; of her time, resources, and love. |
| Although she is gone, I wanted to be part of this wonderful thread, if I may.... I LOVED that she would never drive much, but would venture onto a major street to buy a hamburger for ((MY)) her 2 pound teacup poodle, Buffy...EVERY night. I LOVED that she would take Buffy to grandma's house every morning, to 'baby' sit her special friend. I LOVED that when I told her I was getting married..She smiled and said....GREAT!!!!....""Leave your sweaters""" (we shared clothes) and """Leave your dog""...and have a happy life!!!!!  I LOVED that we both had that dry sense of humor that I hear in my son, Nick's voice all the time!!!!! I LOVED that she would take my kids to the mall, every Saturday and would spoil them shamelessly. One time, she brought home a kitten...because Joey just had to have her. A KITTEN????? I LOVED that I could go by her house in the early morning, before the kids woke up, (Dino was home of course) and have morning coffee with her. I LOVED her smell. She always wore the best perfume. I...just....loved ...everything..about ..her.. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MOM....  HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL.... |
This is a WONDERFUL thread Mady!  Thank you!Ive been sitting here for a while, thinking about what to write about my own (AWESOME!) mother, and I'm finding myself a bit torn. In order to tell you the absolute most fantastic things about her, and why I love her would: 1-require a novel-length post and 2-be perhaps a bit To-Much-Information-ish regarding my own life   . So...I decided Ill keep it short and simple here, and perhaps later write a Members Only post on the subject of: "How I Met (My) Mother" I love that my mother is as much a dog person as I am. Her latest addition to their pack is a German Shorthaired Pointer that she and my father saw every day on their walk with their two labs. He lived always outdoors (in winter...in Alaska!  ) and was obviously lonely, cold and miserable. So, she knocked on the door of the house asked if they could start taking him with them on their walks...this eventually led to them adopting Tonka, and he's now a very happy dog who spends much of his time snuggling on the couch with my mother .I love how tough, strong, and even slightly scary she can be Many people find her extremely intimidating (the local outlaw-bikers have a nick-name for her...they call her "Ma'am" ) but children and dogs all love and trust her on sight.I love that my husband always brags to our friends that he has "the coolest MIL ever" and when they meet her they always say: "wow...I thought you were just saying that for your wife, but its true!  "I love that she's always supported my choice of career, even though to many people it would have seemed impractical. I love that she is as much a reader and lover of books as I am, and has always been understanding and supportive of my bookwormish ways. My favorite gift each x-mas when I was growing up used to be a huge box of books that she had chosen and collected all through the year  .Yeesh...this is getting long even without the autobiographical details , so Ill stop here! Happy mother's day to all!  |
| There are so many things that I loved about my Mom, so I'll only list a few. I love the fact that my Mom was so proud to be Irish and her family name "Fox." Every St Patrick's Day Irish music played through the house.(.I have four leaf clover necklace hanging around her cross in my dining room.) My Mom also loved her home state Vermont. She and Dad planned on moving back there from Michigan once all us kids grew up, but they never wanted to be far from us, so never were able to live that dream. I hope to bring their ashes back there this Summer. My Mom also loved sports and Notre Dame was her fav college team. I think my Mom would have been happy with all boys with how much she loved sports, but she had 2 sons and 4 daughters..but she was very involved with the boys sports My Mom was a Registered Nurse and loved her job and her patients and fellow nurses loved her. She worked in the hospital until she was 71 and would have worked until she was 75 but my Dad wanted her to be home with him. It broke her heart to retire. Two of my sisters have followed in her foot steps into nursing. My other sister went into the medical field. To give you a little peek into what a wonderful selfless Mom I had..she gave me the greatest gift. My daughter, son and 2 grandkids were on vacation at Disney World when I got a call from my sis in law that I need to get home, that Mom was dying. By her "numbers" (my sis in law is a nurse also). it looked like she was going to have a massive heart attack soon. So I called my Mom, while my daughter made the arrangements for us to leave, and we were able to say "good bye". to each other. I told my Mom that I would be home soon, but to not feel she needed to wait for me. I didn't want her to suffer longer because of me. We found out she had cancer and had kept it from us so we wouldn't worry. Anyway, we made it home in time for her to come home to hospice. My Mom had made an apple pie before she went in the hospital as her last gift to her family. One of my good memories is watching my niece eating a piece of that pie, with my Mom resting on the bed in the livingroom. We were all there in her living room as she layed in her bed looking out the living room window at her beautiful roses as she took her last breath. My mother was so genourous that she waited until my husband left, to make a run out for something.(his father had died only 3 wks before) .he was only gone 5 minutes when she passed. My sister missed her passing also by 5 minutes...she was coming from her nursing program and was caught up in traffic. My sister missed being with my Mom, but she had the misfortune of finding my Dad passed 20mts later on Mother's Day. Enjoy your parents while you can... |
| Great thread. This may seem simplistic, but the thing I love most about my Mom, is that she still knows when to be a "Mommy". If any of us need her, she is always there. If we are sick, she brings chicken soup. If we need an ear, she listens. Her hug still makes everything OK, for a little while at least. She supports, she loves, she laughs and cries with us, and that is something we know we can always count on. She ( and my Dad) have taught us to respect others, given us a good name, taught us the value of good, hard work. Above all, she taught us to honor family and friends, and be thankful--- always. She loves people for who they are, not what they have. I love, that even though my parents divorced (after 28 years) they get along. We can all be together , and have special times as a family-- without stress. My Mom has told us a million times, that she loves us MORE than she was ever mad at Dad. That alone, makes me love her with all my heart. |
| My mother passed away this time of year exactly, 6 years ago. She had had many medical crises, mostly related to the increasing dementia, which in turn was the result a couple of decades after the aneurysm she suffered at age 42. Mom had had some months of decline, with repeated cycles of pneumonia, congestive heart failure, renal failure. She'd improve and then a few months later, lose ground again. It was heartbreaking and terrifying to watch. When my sisters told me it was time to come (again), I remember being very afraid she would die on Mother's day. She died 2 days later, on May 10. As it happens, Mother's day is the 8th this year, and again, the 10th will be on a Tuesday. And why this part of her life is so much on my mind. She was so young when she had the aneurysm, as was I and as were my sisters. It changed our lives forever, but of course, especially my mother's. I was 17 and still at that "my mother can do nothing right" age which evaporated when we thought we would lose her. And which is how I learned the lesson that no matter what problems you have in your relationship, in the end, all that matters is the love. It would be a long, sad, pitiful novel to tell about the ways my mother and I did not get along. I always knew she loved me but liking me---well, that was a different story. She wanted a different kind of daughter: someone quieter, more compliant, more girly, who would sit on the couch, ankles crossed, preferably wearing a pink dress. So not me. I remember when I was 15 she was absolutely flabbergasted when I asked for electric curlers (score one for my mom) and a basketball. She literally could not comprehend one person wanting both things. To her credit --or perhaps with coaxing from my dad, I got both. And for my 16th birthday, she got me the perfectly hideous dress I was in love with and that she (rightfully) detested. My mother was quiet, introverted, with little confidence. My father was much more forceful, more assertive. Standing up to him was pretty much something my mother would never have considered even attempting. But one time she did: Dad thought I had used a screwdriver from his tool box and failed to return it to its spot. But I knew that I had and kept insisting that I had put it away when I used it last. He was angry like we all get when we can't find something and are sure someone else is responsible. I think I was confined to my room, having failed to produce the screw driver. The next day, when I got home from school, my mother told me my dad had found the screw driver someplace he had obviously left it himself. She insisted he apologize to me, something she never would have asked for herself. That took much more courage than you would think. My father was not violent or abusive--just much more forceful in personality than my very introverted mother. During those teenage years, there were many times I was sure my mother hated me as much as I was sure I hated her, but those few acts: buying me a dress she thought was hideous, letting me have a basketball, standing up to my father on my behalf: I knew she loved me, even if we sometimes hated each other, even if she could not figure out how I came to be her daughter, someone so different from her as to be nearly of a different species. The other gift my mother--and my father gave to me was the admission that they were far from perfect and that I could and should do better than they did. They did not want me trapped by their limitations and mistakes. They grew up during the Depression, in pretty stark poverty and otherwise difficult circumstances. They had worked hard to give my sisters and me a better life than they had. They wanted all of us to do more than they were able to. While my mother felt I should limit my ambitions to appropriately feminine ones I couldn't), she still let me know that she was sure I could do anything. |
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