Honor Your Mother: Share a memory about your mom...

After seeing the movie "Julie and Julia", I was inspired to start this blog in order to invite others to share stories about their mothers. I would like to hear about your mother, so please, honor your mom by sharing her story with me on this blog. Include a picture of you with your mother if possible.

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I dedicate this blog to the influence of mothers and ask that you take a moment to share a story that will honor a memory of your mother. I look forward to sharing memories of mother...



My mom passed away November 8, 2007 at the age of 87. She was the most loving, compassionate human being I ever knew. My mom was the sweetest person in my life and I miss her more every day.

Her brother's daughter said she was "pure love". Just saying it makes me smile. I am so happy she was my mom. I don't know that I would have survived growing up with a different mother.

A dear friend from Kenya had spoken with my mother over the phone several times and had once told me that my mom had the "sweetest" voice. I miss that voice as well as her grace, gentle manner, and great civility.

Mom and I had talked almost everyday of my life. Now that she is gone, I find that I miss her so very much. I miss hearing her say "I love you" and "Night Shug". I miss her singing "Happy Birthday". I miss hearing her comment on what's happening in the news.

My mom had loving parents who taught her well many secrets about life. As a result, she was the ultimate mother. She always put her children first. She never once raised her voice or her hand to me. Instead, she listened to me and talked with me. She reasoned with me and taught me to think for myself. She told me she loved me and that she was proud of me "from the first moment she knew I existed."

I thought that was really cool. You know, no one loves like your mother. I am grateful for my mom's love and support and I miss her very much.

My mother thought the most important human quality was compassion. "If we don't care about each other," she said, "we won't survive." She would often give examples from history or current events about how life experience helped one learn compassion. She believed that polio had a great impact on President Franklin D. Roosevelt making him more compassionate. She also believed that age made a difference. She was convinced that the longer someone lived, that life experience might create a more compassionate person.

Like her father, she was a liberal democrat. She believed that Justices on the Supreme Court that supported civil rights demonstrated compassion and courage to do the right thing. She new change was difficult for our society, but always hoped our leaders would "do the right thing" to create a stronger democracy. She believed age and experience might help one develop a more compassionate soul.


My mother was not a fan of leaders who did not exhibit an understanding of compassion. She was saddened by Mr. Bush's "compassionate conservatisim" and his warring ways. She had wanted so much to have the chance to vote for Hillary for President. She had wanted to vote for a woman.

My mom was a feminist. She would tell me that I "could do anything I put my mind to". It was her love and encouragement that made it possible for me to do anything in life. She helped make it possible for me to complete my doctorate and I will always be thankful.

I promised my mom that I would always remember her. She once told me that she thought of her mother every day. She was 74 when her mom died at the age of 100. Because my mother had always exercised, taken vitamins and watched her diet, I assumed she would live a long life like her mom. Instead, she developed lung cancer, even though she never smoked, and she "slipped away" when I was 56. I think of her everyday and miss her so.

Last May, I had the opportunity to attend my mom's class reunion. Her classmates were so kind to me. Her friends had described her as kind, sweet, and pretty. They were sorry to hear of her passing. Mom would have liked being remembered kindly even though she was very modest and gentle in spirit. She lived by the golden rule with dignity and grace. She wanted people to "be sweet". I have to admit, I like life to be lived that way, too.

When I hear someone speak of their mother, I always ask them to share a story. I believe that every person's story should be heard by someone. Taking the time to listen to that story demonstrates concern for their humanity. Caring about that story shows an appreciation for that life.