Anonymous
05/01/2023 14:33
Subject: Re:Tell me a story about your mom
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.
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 13:48
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 12:55
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 12:52
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
Anonymous wrote:I know it’s not quite Mother’s Day yet but I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately because my kids are approaching the ages me and my siblings were when my dad died and how I just really respect and treasure my mom for how she handled it. My favorite memory of her is a few nights after my dads funeral she was sewing my brothers Halloween costume and our house was filled, and I mean filled, with casseroles. It was late, maybe an hour or two after she put us to bed and I came down and told her I couldn’t sleep. In a very very out of characteristic move she suggested we order Chinese. At this house? With all this “free food” already made and prepared for us? Eating in secret on the couch without my siblings? Didn’t seem like my mom! We ordered Chinese and we didn’t talk much, she just knew I needed to sit next to her. After we ate and we were cleaning up she said “I want you to know that I can handle this. Our family and your life isn’t stopping. We will be happy and we will have a great life.” And I just believed her. It was what I needed. And we did.
I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 12:45
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 12:26
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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!
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!
Anonymous
05/01/2023 10:48
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 10:43
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
Anonymous wrote:My mom had six kids, cooked 3 meals a day, sewed dresses, canned vegetables, looked after other family members children as well as her own. She is patient, kind, forgiving, supportive. One year my husband and I both worked, him 2 jobs. He had an operation and had to be out of work-the second job with no pay. One Friday I was in kitchen washing dishes, wondering how we were to make it through the week, as we had just paid a huge mortgage bill. Someone pulls into the yard, it is Mom. She stopped by on her way from work.." Here's forty dollars, I just thought you could use it right now". Thanks you angel. On Saturday nights, after her bath she would Jergens up, roll her hair with Dippity Do and watch Hee Haw. My mom is wonderful; I could write hundreds of stories about her and they would all be good. Praise the Lord! thanks for my tiny Sarah!
I love this image and slice of ‘70s life. We had so much fun watching Hee Haw as a family.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 10:43
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 10:38
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 10:34
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote: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.
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.
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 10:32
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
Anonymous wrote: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.
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.
Anonymous
05/01/2023 09:48
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
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
05/01/2023 09:19
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
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.
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.
Anonymous
04/30/2023 23:05
Subject: Tell me a story about your mom
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Me and her standing in the morning at a pickup place for female day laborers in NYC, waiting until someone shows up offering a day of cleaning for $5/hour.
She was an engineer in our home country, but her motto was and still is "you gotta do what you gotta do". She immigrated here not for herself, but because of me and my brother. Now that she is older, she can be the most whiny, annoying and entitled person ever, but we always remember her sacrifice.
Whiny and 'sacrifice'. Let me guess, she's Chinese?
No, Eastern European.