Tell me a story about your mom
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No, Eastern European. |
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I’m 55, my Mom is 87.
When I was in elementary school, my mom always insisted that I take “extra” items into school in case someone forgot or made a mistake - these were the days where once a week, we’d be asked to bring in an egg carton, a bar of soap, a shoebox, a plain white t shirt, our dad’s old dress shirt for an art smock - that kind of thing. So many projects! Anyway, my teachers always appreciated this and I always felt so generous. I insisted my 3DC did the same. |
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My mom had really good taste. She took my sisters and I shopping for prom dresses and would let us have whatever dress she thought looked best. And then we’d go home and model them for dad to get him to overlook the cost. She’d also make me wear my sisters’ shoes even though they were a size too small because she didn’t like acknowledging the size of my feet. Bad enough I was a dress size bigger too. Maybe if she’d spent less on a personal shopper I would have had shoes that fit. But she always looked beautiful. And I did too! Even if I didn’t look happy. Heroine chic was a look in the 90s so it worked out. All of the fashion magazines piled up on the coffee table affirmed that my image was much more important than my feelings. When I look back at the photos with her she always tells me how pretty I WAS then. Never mind that my smile never reaches my eyes in those photos. I cherish my smile lines now in middle age. She thinks I need Botox of course.
Sorry this isn’t the story a PP wants to hear. Some of us didn’t have nice mothers and this is a tough time of year for us. I hate Mother’s Day. |
Anonymous
Way to invalidate OP's feelings about her mom, and the other people who have posted nice stuff. But sure, it's all about you. |
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I think the nice things are lovely. But OP didn’t specify share nice things only. It’s an interesting thread. The nice and not so nice. |
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My mom was the leader of our Girl Scout troop, and one time, the girls all made beads from clay that would then be cooked in our oven and painted to make necklaces.
Well...something happened in between the scout meeting and our oven, because all of the creations the girls made got crushed in the commute and smushed into a giant blob of clay. My mom's first reaction was, "fuuuuuuuuuuuuudge!" and she asked me to start re-forming the beads so we could fire them up. About two hours into that, she said to me, "you know what...I think this is an important lesson for me and the girls that despite your best efforts, sometimes sh*t happens." She went to the next meeting, explained it to everyone, apologized, brought some pizzas, and they couldn't have cared less about the beads. My mom was always very high strung, so this stuck out in my memory as an important lesson of letting some things go, even if it risks disappointing people. |
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May I brag about my mom's sister? My aunt sent me tiny chunks of cash, like $5, for every tiny holiday, once she learned that I was saving money to buy a pony.
She taught me about Black Wall Street, and Marian Anderson singing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. And we're basically white. She gave me pointers on singing. And she bought me beautiful clothes. She told me about the Second World War internment camps for Japanese Americans, and that the only reason she wasn't in one was because she lived on the East Coast. She was always on the side of fairness and justice. |
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I love this image and slice of ‘70s life. We had so much fun watching Hee Haw as a family. |
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| My aunt (married to mom’s brother) was also so great, she would invite me to stay for the weekend when my parents were out of town even though I was old enough to be home alone. She’d spoil me rotten with pancake breakfast and we would drive around town in her red corvette with the top down, and we’d go shop and she’d buy me the shoes or dress or whatever it was that I really wanted, even if it was something my mom thought was hideous. She loved to garden and let me pick her roses whenever I wanted to. She gave me the fun without the pressure that I really needed at that time in my life. I was able to tell her that the last time I saw her and I’m so glad I could do that. |
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Here’s another: my mom was a SAHM, devoted USAF wife but careful not to ever “wear her DH’s rank” and we always happily
lived off-base. I was about 4 and really sick. My mom drove me out to the base hospital, seemingly some distance away. She was about to turn into the only open hospital parking spot when a uniformed USAF officer in his convertible cut her off and took the spot. Turned right in front of us. She blocked him in our huge sedan, got out and berated him and even addressed him by his rank. Something like, “look here, Major - I have a sick little girl here who needs to be seen. I had my signal on. I think you can move your car and find another spot. You’re something else, Sir” Then she got back in the car, threw it in reverse - enough to allow him to back his convertible out-while she gestured for him to back it up! I think he did? I just remember being so proud of my typically genteel, quiet and proper mother! |
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This thread is reminding me of all of the wonderful moms I have had in my life. The moms of friends, the teachers, the aunts, and even the childless moms who saw a sad little girl and taught her how to be happy. Without them, I don’t know who I would be today, if I’d even “be” here at all.
My elementary school librarian, who always let me into read books at recess when I was being bullied at school, my next door neighbor who invited me in for dinner when I’d get home to find myself locked out of the house with no key and no note, my coach who let me hang out with her all day in the summers even though she didn’t run a camp, my big sister who accepts me for being imperfect and encourages me to try hard things anyway, and my mother in law who just pours out unconditional love all day long. These are the moms that taught me love is a verb. I’m going to try to remember to be thankful for all of them this Mother’s Day, and follow their example. |
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I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING. |
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| My mom was fun but firm. She was the one thing I was certain of in this world. When she died I wanted to die, too, because I had lost so much by then I didn't think I had any reason to live but I hung on because I knew my mom hoped and dreamed and wanted so much for me and now I am happier and healthier and I miss her every day. |
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Once when I was 16 years old she accused me of stealing from her and chased me outside, shoved me to the ground, and spit on my face. She's a smoker, so it was especially vile and disgusting.
That's the day I moved out. It wasn't the worst thing she'd ever done but I'd finally gotten my license and purchased myself a car and insurance on my very own policy. I lived in that car for awhile. I'm told she isn't doing well. They suspect lung cancer, but she isn't cooperating with doctors for a dx or treatment. |
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My mom was an excellent homemaker. Each day, we walked in after school to eat a hot lunch and very often the aroma of a cale (no icing) to eat with milk before we went out to play with our friends. She was a loving, calming presence in our home and she created a serene sanctuary for us. She remains the least judgmental, best therapist and amazing guide for all of us even now when all her kids are above 60.
I have had the best childhood and adulthood. The only bad point is that my siblings and I will be devastated when she goes. That is one advantage people who have bad parents have over me. They will not mourn when their parents pass away. |