What is the sweetest thing you remember your mom doing for you?

We grew up with nothing. My mom earned but she tried to keep us afloat. A packet of chips and a canned soda was only visible at home when we had school trips because my mom didn't want us to feel left out when all the other kids ate.

Given how life was, my mom would bring home the food/snacks given to her at work during parties. She would give it to us because she felt bad we wouldn't be able to have them so she'd not consume it but bring it for us.

What's the sweetest thing you remember your mom/dad doing for you?

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MaryJanine · 61-69, F

It's a terrible thing to mention either ?both parents as a bitter memory "they died".

My father died of a heart attack in the hospital in 2003. My mom died in her sleep without warning in 1984. I didn't expect either occurence and miss both of them very, very badly.

fernie2

@MaryJanine Did you love them? Did they love you? My father was a drunk. Left us when I was born. No siblings, I thought...then at 20 my crazy, extremely violent mother was pissed because I disagreed with something she said and the next morning there was one of her horribly mean notes that said " I should have kept Patti and given YOU away" in giant, angry vicious letters. I was stunned. I asked some questions of course...i always longed for a sister...she said "none of your effing business." If she wasn't beating me she was calling me the C word and telling me how I ruined her life. I was DELIGHTED when she died. My feelings are perfectly valid.How nice that you and your parents had a good relationship...many of us never had that experience. Don't judge what you don't have a clue about

MaryJanine · 61-69, F

@fernie2 My father was an alcoholic for the first twenty years of my life. When he showed up reeling drunk at work after a night of drinking, his boss took him asidde and told him if he showed up like that again, he was through. He quit cold turkey that same night.

Mom was wonderful. I'm so sorry your mother was the way she was. It isn't easy to live with an alcoholic of either sex (ask my stepsister and brothers) but, damm, she did it and she did it without complaint. Yes, I loved them with all my heart. I was never called the C word or faced with angry notes. When my father stopped drinking, the personality change was like night and day. he was a marvelous father, stepfather and grandfather until the day he died.

MY mom was gone three years when I received a phone call and followup letter from some blonde in Las Vegas, claiming that my mom was also hers. She claimed she had "proof" and sent me a letter saying she was my older sister (but she never mentioned my stepsister or brothers). She was blonde; my mom, sister and I were all brownette. She had blue eyes; my mom, sister and I were brown-eyed. She was baptiszed Catholic; my mom was Lutheran and didn't convert until she and Daddy began talking marriage. I told her to leave me alone or else the next letter she got would be from my attorney.

Did I love my mom and dad? I certainly did - both of them without stint. After the alcoholic years, Dad was the best man I could ask for. I "had a clue" as you seem to think. I wouldn't want to relive those years over again, but I'm not sorry I experienced them either.

fernie2

@MaryJanine I really apologize for thinking/saying you had no clue...you certainly DO!For a minute, at age 8, I adored my father when he came around (rarely) He would take me out on a Saturday sometimes. We would go to the Golden Cafe in Boston, a small, dark, dive and he would drink Seagram 7 & Ginger ale and I would sit in a booth eating mega potato chips. Then we would go to his bowling alley in his green EDSEL and watch him bowl with his team...eating potato chips. To this day I love it when someone smells like Old Spice and has Whiskey breath. Then he disappeared. I'm so glad your Dad fixed his life. A bit late but...