This Mother’s Day, locals honor their moms with words

You can have your castles in Spain, you can have your pyramids along the Nile, you can have your name in historic preservation; but nothing (in my life) beats having a son and a daughter.

Here's to my children and every child in the world...how grand it is to be a mom.

U beat me to it Penn...I would see the start of the day first being Down-Under....
I have two boys and an "adopted" daughter, the abused child of a relative, who wished I was her mum even as a little girl. Things have finally come right for both of us and she was the first today to wish me :-)
 
Happy Mother's day to every mom and mom-to-be here!
 
 

Thanks,Mom

 
I didn't think it was very nice of the ladies in the audience to laugh but then again, Sal would be well advised to buckle down in his studies as he may find that career in music elusive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBRfP1NzLbw

This year, my mother will have been dead exactly as long as she was not. I'm awfully glad we had the chance to talk.

She would have been one hundred last Monday.

My mom took off for a girls weekend with some old friends over this mothers day. I guess they all feel they deserved that.  It's alright though I hid her card in her suticase when she wasn't looking.. (just hopes she finds it)
 
I don't know what I would do without my mom. During these last few tough years that I have encountered she has not pryed, she has not yelled and she has not made me feel guilty/worthless and most importantly she has always said I love you. I am very lucky to have the mom (and dad buts that not until June) that I have.... 
 
 

Phew!!! You gave me a scare! Different date over here. Our Mothers Day is done & dusted. My son sent me a card informing me that I'm the cat's pyjamas, to which I replied "That being so, you are the dog's b******s."
My mom is still very much alive and, to the collective relief of her neighbourhood ,has recently given up driving. Apart from the arthritis, diabetes & cataracts, she's great, still attends church on Sundays & other places dedicated to the worship of cream cakes every other day of the week. She's a well upholstered lady - looks like an escaped armchair trundling down the street in her wool coat, but I  LOVE HER!

One of the great joys of my life is a son who's a better father to his kids to his sons than I was to him (by a smidgen), and a daughter-in-law who's 'best friends' with my son and a devoted (fiercely devoted....) mother.

Alex (four) and Tony (1-1/2) are incredibly lucky! I hope as they grow up they realize they didn't deserve a loving father and mother, but just 'lucked out'. So many children aren't given any love and end up twisted, stunted, unhappy, and emotionally ruined...... As for me, it's very cool to have the affection not only of my grandkids (though that's incredible gift) but the respect of their parents (which has to be earned and reearned every day).

I only wish my own mother (deceased many, many years ago) had be given the opportunity to meet her grand-daughter. Despite the language barrier I know they would have become good friends.... And a hat's off to my own mom, one of the toughest (but nicest and most fascinating) women I've ever known. I know I lucked out!

Stoney~ Had a look at that video - whaddya mean "not nice" to laugh? Why should Moms be "nice"? Unexplained laughter emanating from hovel in North Wales at dawn.

My mom is an 84 year old who lives alone & drives a yellow pickup truck with manual transmission. While fighting cancer she still finds time to help others and work with her club, THE LOOSE LADIES. When I visit she always wants to prepare me one of my favorite dishes. I will equate her to that old black skillet she has had since I was a boy. That old utensil is useful, durable, and always serves up something good. 

The people who made me a mom are now my friends and the best friends anyone could ever have........thank you children for giving my life a depth of meaning that I never knew existed before and, the icing on the cake, of course, those grandchildren.

Tommy, would love to meet your mom :)

hazel leese--you crack me up!!  If I ever spent a day with you I'd have sore tummy muscles from all the belly laughs.  But, why on earth doesn't that exercise make tummies flatter, I'd like to know.

RINGS.... You've got a wonderful mom. I think it's great that she's off w/ her girlfriends!
 
HAZEL.... The description of your mother as ,"An escaped armchair trundling down the street" , perhaps in search of her beloved cream cakes? ...... is an image for the ages & made me laugh out loud.
 
Happy Mother's Day all.....................

M is for the million things you.............. thank you

 
My wife requests for Mother's Day that everyone be nice.

To that end, I will knock out a batch of chicken chop suey beloved by her mom and one of our daughters but not by us. I peel and string the celery before chopping... I know.

Then, we will work together to do Dutch apple pies (I make the crust) using Macs and Cortlands if we can get them.

She will be pleased and I will have apple pie for breakfast for a couple days.

My brothers and I have always felt that the best gift we could have given our late mother was to be nice to our wives. We do our bumblin', stumblin' best and the youngest of us has been married for forty years.

I can remember one of my older brothers struggling, without resorting to cornball vocabulary, to explain to mom that he thought he had found: "the one."

Ma eager to see that none of us took our father's cavalier approach to the "forsaking all others," part of the vows, was having a word or two with him but he lost interest.

"Why," she wondered, "would you listen to your mother?" And turning to us while rolling her eyes: "She evidently is not listening to hers."




 

Happy Mother's Day to all of you who qualify!

Happy Mother's Day to all!

My mother died at age 98 was very independant until the very last. Hostessess at her favorite eateries would comment to me that she would get insulted when they would try to give her a senior discount."That is for old people. Just because I'v been around for a lot years doesn't mean I'm old" was her reply ,and not just to senior discounts but to a lot of things.
When I commented to her that I was to be cremeated upon passing away her response was that she should get the ashes and she would keep them and let nothing happen to them. She was 94 at the time

All very nice,  however, some of us have long been contrary to ordinary:    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcBOcwgb4OA

MY apologies, here is what I should have posted: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOI5H0n28qY&NR=1
 

 
"All women become
like their mothers.
That is their tragedy.
No man does,
and that is his."

~Oscar Wilde~

BTW, I don't necessarily espouse or even pretend to understand what Oscar Wilde said. It just seemed topical.

It's topical, stoney, what Wilde said, but my god in heaven if it were the case that men did turn out like their mothers, well come on over to my house and hang me from the nearest branch of any old tree.
 
One of them is more more more, way more than enough for me.

It probably comes across as whinily self-centered, but every year at the parent holidays, I turn blue. I am not close to my parents despite decades of trying to be. They are complete fundamentalist religion addicts and are incapable of diffracting the world through any other lens. I am solidly in middle-age, and hurtfully shamed by them whenever paths cross (which is growing rarer).

Tolstoy (I think it was Tolstoy) writes that happy families resemble each other, but that each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. And anyone who is a sibling knows that all children grow up in different households. My sister, an overseas missionary, has always been the favored child. My brother, who did not individuate well, lives next door to my parents. Me, I am the black sheep.

Medicine consists of so many years of training (8 years post-graduation in my case, but I also did a PhD while in medical school) that early adulthood really is passed with near loco-parentis type strictures on one. After one very destructive divorce and so many relationships that seem to work well for 1-2 years then fizzle out almost as if on cue, I find myself anxiously worrying now if I will ever have a successful relationship and also become a parent. I have made the mistake over and over of dating women who are also first-born as I was. These relationships invariably turn into slow-motion drawn-out wrestling matches.

In 1968, when women did not have professions like construction engineer, my mother was one of the few.  She served as blueprint analyst for the Gershwin Theatre on Broadway (where Wicked has played for the last several years) and the HIP Building near Wall Street, as well as many others.  In those days, she had a knack for seeking out companies that were eager to show how modern and progressive they were by hiring women in "men's jobs" and she became "the company broad" (her words!) in many of them.
 
When she and my dad got married, they left New York and moved to the farm lands of Missouri.  The little hamlet in which I grew up (that word is charming but I assure you the place was not) is a place that my mom now speaks of having "visited for 20 years" rather than having truly lived there.  During that time, she raised me and my brother, homeschooled us, ran a farm, managed a legal office, served as president of the local chapter of BPW (Business and Professional Women), helped organize the local flower festival, and frequently visited friends and family in New York.  She exposed me to this city at an early age and instilled in me the great love for the metropolis that she has always had.
 
In the fall of 1992, when I moved to New York to live, my parents got divorced.  It was the most amicable divorce in history and they remained on friendly terms.  But, with her newly regained freedom, my mom also took the opportunity to travel.  After a few years teaching eighth grade in the neighboring village, she took off to Nicaragua to teach for three years at the American School there.  This was followed by a year in Costa Rica, five years in the Philippines, and five in Mexico City (where she still resides) before retiring last year.  She has also visited Kenya, Vietnam, and Singapore and lives the most Hemingwayan existence anyone could imagine (even Hemingway himself).
 
I hope I turn out like my mom when I grow up (if I ever do).  The greatest compliment she ever gave me came quite recently.  At the end of our most recent phone conversation, she said I was her favorite person to talk to.  Coming from a woman who has lived such monumental adventures, this is the highest praise I could have imagined.

"She thought her son was God"   / "He thought his mother was a virgin"  (How we know Jesus was Irish.)                                                                        I love my mother dearly and she has been far better to me than I could ever deserve. Just the same, I  remember distinctly once, when a poor  FBI agent visited the family business doing a background check on me ( don't worry- it was not for anything really important) overhearing her say "Of course, I love him, but can you tell me your mother likes you all of the time?"

Nice one, Willie Trask~ OK it's Mother's Day & people get sentimental. I confess to deep jealousy of people who have or had a great relationship with their Mom- it took me a loooooong time to find it in my heart to love mine 'cos it's less burdensome than carrying a rucksack full of resentment on your back.  I think Spring Fragrance, early this morning introduced the issue that not all Moms are great.
Doc Nolan mentioned it, too. Be thankful if you "lucked out" with a good Mom. It's nice that rings 90's mom has gone off on a girlie weekend- are we all guilty of sometimes putting our Mom in a box with a label that says "mom" & not seeing her a person?  Maybe the ladies got their heads together & agreed f**k being taken out to brunch, let's escape!!!!!

 Park4, Yay! Welcome back.

Mystery solved!!! Stoney is the fridge fairy that makes left-overs vanish.

Yay P4.... what Stoney said!

PARK,
 
Are you satisfied???? You are loved, worshipped, cherished, & missed when you are gone............
 
Don't.............. leave................ us.................again..................

KSS........... She is out there & I do believe when you least expect it, you will meet her. Don't give up on first borns; I don't believe it's the birth order, it's the chemistry of the people, the interaction.
 
Have faith.................

For all who have been blessed with children, I say they truly are your blessings!
Well done, Moms and Dads!

My mom was the black sheep of her family too, KSS. The Quakers hired her to direct their Peace Center in Coconut Grove, Fl in 1965, so we moved from Memphis, Tn. Her mother sent her WAR bonds for that first Christmas, which sent us all into paroxysms of laughter, but it really said a lot about their relationship.
 
Hazel, I love your description of your mom....funny and endearing at the same time. I quit feeling resentment for all the crazy things mine subjected my sisters and me to and came to appreciate her for being so "unique". She was quite a character.