Mothers

ah babe... i have so many
but the one i cherish the most at this point in time...

The last time she was in hospital and we had a feeling it would be her last visit.
I held her in my arms and asked her..."mom, whats your favorite song?"
She sang
"You'll never know just how much I've loved you
You'll never know just how much I cared
And if i tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you
You Oughta know for havent i told you so
a million or more times
You went away and my heart went with you
I say your name in my every prayer
if there is some little way to prove that i love you
i swear i dont know how
but youll never know
if you dont know now."

when she slipped into a semi responsive state...i sang it to her all the while, brushing the hair from her face...trying so hard to touch her hands,her nails, her cheek, her earlobes... desperate to burn these things about her into my memory...
i will never forget...
 
My mum is a wonderful woman. love her to bits (even when she's driving me barmy!)

One of my favourite meories of mum being mum is back in college. I was 17 and had a massive crush on this lad. Anyhow I tell the lad I fancy him to find he has absolutely no feelings for me whatsoever. bugger.


Anyhow I don't remember telling mum this (maybe i did I just don't remember*L*) but the next day she comes in as I'm watching Kids TV with my sister and says

"I know you've just had your heart broken and well the best thing for it is to buy yourself something new. I know you've not got any money so I've bought you this."

She handed me a beautiful top and it really made me feel tonnes better :)
 
Before she stopped speaking to me....

She'd tell me she was the luckiest mommy in the world because she had me.
 
The most memorable moment for me was at a Mother and Daughter banquet. I was likely 7 or 8. My Grandpa, her step dad, had bought her a dress for her birthday. Something he never normally would do, he took her shoping and she picked out this pretty pink dress with a ballaro type jacket.

On this night she wore the dress, wore her expensive Shalimar perfume, and the two of us headed out. Just her and I, I have three brothers one of them younger with many problems when he was born so time with her on my own was few and far between.

Im not sure what it was that we were watching but there was a slide show, and I was cold so she took off her jacket and slipped it around me. Sitting in her arms, with her jacket on, the smell of her perfume, is a memory etched in my mind forever.

I went and bought a tiny bottle of her perfume, so when I need some comfort and dont want to discuss it with anyone I dab a little on and sulk on my own until I feel better.

C
 
I had applied to a mainland college in Edinburgh to study drama and technical theatre, and was accepted provisionally, it was dependant on my exam scores. I hadn't told my mother anything about it, until i got my results. When they came through i was over the moon. Then my mother put her foot down and told me that i was too young to go live on the mainland, and especially somewhere like Edinburgh. I was gutted, but realised quite quickly afterwards that it was my mother's own way of looking out for me and letting me know she cared; i can't ever remember her telling me she loved me, but this let me know more than anything else.

:rose:
 
You know... this is really sad, but I can't think of that much good about my mother. Most of what she's done/said to me has been nagging about stuff. My house is never clean enough... my kids never get hair cuts when they need them, etc.

She even told me once when I was in college that if I lost some weight, I'd have a better chance of getting a boyfriend. :rolleyes:

Only thing off the top of my head that I can remember she said that was good was when I gave birth to my first child. She was in the l&d room with me during my labor. I had the baby completely natural, no drugs of any kind (not my choice, baby's heart rate kept dropping.)

Later, she commented on how good I did. She expected me to be screaming and cursing with the pain, but I barely made a sound the entire time. For once, I was actually able to impress her.
 
My mother and I weren't close at all until after my father died. I was a daddy's girl through and through.

She nags me constantly about cutting my hair, my house is never clean enough, etc., etc., but let me holler for help, and my mother is there, every single time.

When I'm really, really down, or sick, I still want my mama.

I remember one time, years ago, I was separated from my husband, living in Mississippi, and he was living in Tennessee (first husband). He had taken my son up to visit, and then wouldn't bring him back when he said he would. I cried on the phone to my mother, and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Get your behind up here, and we'll go get him if Curt won't bring him back."
 
I love my Mum. :heart:

We've always been pretty close, but have had our little arguments (don't all kids and parents at some point?). However, those never lasted long and have never been very serious.

I know she is proud of me and she does dote on me and her granddaughters. We love her and she loves us to bits, too. If nobody else in this world is there for me, she always is.

Being a Mum can be a thankless task at times, but I have always made sure to thank her and show I how much I appreciate her and the start she gave me in life, by just spending time with her. She is always phoning me, and while this can get a little annoying at times, it doesn't matter. I make the time to have a chat with her. I always take the girls to see her and my Dad every Saturday, too. They have a brilliant relationship with my parents.

Ah, sod it, I had to say some more... She never nagged or interfered, merely guided and suggested with patience and understanding. She has a brilliant sense of humour and has also always talked very openly with me about sex and so on.

Lou :rose: - for my Mum. :)
 
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