Originally Posted by Duchess15
Your mom sounds a lot like mine. She was the middle child of 8 kids and was the smartest in school out of all of them. My mom was the eternal peacekeeper and all my cousins said she was their favorite aunt. My mom was always optomistic, stood up for what she believed in and never gave up. She was loved by so many. I am blessed to have her as my mom and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Although, now I find myself lost at times without her around to ask for advice. I just try to think of what she would do.
My mom was meant to be a mom - she was a natural. I found a Mother's Day card this year at work in the gift shop and I cried because it described her to a T and she will never get to read it.
What a nice tribute to your mom!
Your message choked me up!
My mother in law got a book about mother animals for her mom, and gave it to me to read to my mom when my mom was overdosed in the hospital. I read it to her while she was coming out of her overdose, and we read it together when she was with it enough to read. I still have the book.
My mom was a great mom, she made many mistakes, missed a lot in our childhood because of her bad choices, but before she passed she cried to me about her mistakes, and wanted forgiveness. I had forgiven her long time ago, and told her so. She had quit drinking 9 months before she passed, and quit smoking at the same time. She felt bad for missing out on so much. The important thing she instilled in us was love. She made sure we knew we were loved. My mom and I had a very rocky relationship for years, we didn't get along at all when I was in my teens. She belittled me, my feelings, my thoughts. She didn't understand what it was like to be young anymore. At the time I hated her for it. As I matured, and grew, I learned that she wasn't perfect. I learned that she didn't know everything. I learned that she was human like me, and had problems and fears, and faults. I learned from her how to forgive and move forward. I learned to face my faults and admit my wrongs, and mistakes. I learned to be myself, and stand my ground.
I am glad that some of you have been inspired to share memories, and stories, and to call. I thank you all for helping me to honor my mom's memory. It means a lot to me. I hope to read more stories, good and bad. I know my mom wasn't perfect, but she was mine. I was 26, and my brother was 18 when she passed. He was a senior, he didn't graduate. I hurt more for him then myself because I had 8 more years with her then he did. He was the LAST person in the family to talk to her. She gave him her final message for the family.
Thank you all.
It means a lot to me.