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11 years today. It seems like so much longer, like a lifetime. I have almost shed all the cells I had in my body twice since then, so in every sense I am a different person now.

She would have been 58 last June.

Please don't leave me hugs. If you want to comment please tell me one reason why you are grateful for your mom.

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This past summer, when I was in the rough of it and up late and couldn't sleep, I sent my mom an e-mail, telling her how grateful I was for her and how much I love her, and how I felt the need to say it, because I know I don't say it enough, and I was panicking that she wouldn't know.

I'm grateful for every day I can do that.

Yes! That is awesome. :) Thank you.

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Lovely idea. ♥

I'm grateful for my mom for a million reasons, but one of the main ones is because she taught me to be myself because she's always been herself, a true individual. Add that to the strength and determination... and you know why I am who I am. I'm proud to say I'm a lot like her.

Your mom must be an amazing person. :D

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Two words:

Potty training.

Yeah, most of us are probably grateful for that but also take it completely for granted. I can't even remember discussing that with my mom ever, but I probably asked her how it went at some point.

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So she's not always as helpful as she could be, but she always WANTS to help, and she'll do stuff like scour Craig's List for the perfect chairs for me (which she found!) and find me jobs to apply for (even if I don't *want* a job :p). She always goes the extra mile.

I won't leave a hug, but I will give you a <3 just because I think you're lovely. :)

Yeah, moms think they know best when the do not always know best. :D

Thank you. You are always so sweet to me. And I think you are lovely too.

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For everything from explaining why public nudity Is Not A Good Idea in such a way that I remembered 30 years years later when I needed to explain it to my spawn, to teaching me about safe drinking practices and being a really cool person to hang oout with, even when she does go berzerk about nitpicky things...

That is so funny. I remember my mom explaining to my brother about public nudity when he was three and his solution was to put a cardboard box over his top half and run about the lawn with his naked legs sticking out. :D

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Hmmm. For being cool enough that, as I slowly recognize that I'm turning into her, I don't mind the prospect?

That is an incredible compliment. :D

I think I actually feel like I am not turning into my mother because she wasn't around for most of my twenties. And it makes me a little wistful.

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I miss my mother so much sometimes I just break down crying. Why am I grateful to her?

Because she taught me that giving up someone you love when you know you yourself are not able to provide for them, so that someone else can raise you, is one of the fundamentals of love. She taught me not to fall into the traps of addiction like she had. She taught me how to not care what others thought of me. I loved her and always will.

Me too. I cry less these days. But it still knocks me over sometimes.

Your mother sounds like she was incredible generous and loving. Mine was as well.

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Despite the fact that we don't agree on politics and religion, my mother is and has always been supportive and loving of me and my family. (She's a fantastic grandmother, too.)

Not leaving hugs, but have a nice cuppa. Are you making the sole meuniere?

I am going to make it once I can get to the store. Maybe next weekend. Things are at sixes and sevens still because of David's job.

I didn't agree with my mother on several thorny issues too, and she would get passionate about her position but she never told me I was wrong for thinking differently.

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My mom taught me how to make noodles by hand with a rolling pin, a knife and an inverted plate. I haven't done it in years but I'm sure I could walk out into the kitchen and make them right now.

:D :D :D

I hope I get to meet her sometime.

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i'm grateful for my mom because she has always loved me. aside from her telling me she loved me as a child, i knew instinctively that she did, just through the things she did for me. she always thought of me first before herself. there was a time when i did something really bad when i was a kid, and she reassured me that no matter how angry she was with me, she would always love me. i have always remembered that. to me, that's unconditional love. and i KNOW i'm just so damn lucky i had that with both my mama and papa.

*HUGS* (even though you don't want them!)

Yes, that kind of love is an amazing thing. Many kids are not that lucky. My mom was like that too. It takes my breath away when I think of some of the sacrifices she made for me or the terrible situations she handled with grace and patience.

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My mother can sometimes turn prudish over the strangest things, but I know that whatever's going on with me, I can tell her anything, and we can talk about anything. That's partly because, well, my family has very little in the way of personal boundaries, but it's also because she's surprisingly cool about almost everything.

What a lovely idea.

Because when I got home today, there was a box from her full of snacks for my comping (and earplugs, "purple so you will think of me")

Because she is the only person ever to cry over a saw as a Christmas present (in a good way).

Because she raised me, my sister, and, when he would let her, my half-brother, as well as countless people who call her Mama Friede to this day.

Because with my sister in her belly and me asleep on the bed, she fought off a burglar with only a flimsy knife she wrenched from the guy. And when the police came, her only emotion was fear... that the cops would notice the toys all over the floor.

Because she took a hands-on role caretaking as each of her parents (and parents-in-law) passed from this world into the next, with near-ceaseless patience and unending love.

Because she is the most gracious and lovely person I know.

Thank you so much. This made me cry, in the good way too.

I just. wow.

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My Mom taught me how to mix colors by playing with drops of food coloring in water with us when my sister and I were little.

:D And thus began your love affair with color and form!

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I'm grateful for my mom because her love is absolutely unconditional. She is ever patient and forgiving through all my anger, angst, and frustration that has bubbled up in our relationship over the years.

Awww, that is sweet. :D

My mom was not always so patient, but she was unfailingly generous.

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My mom is the most generous person I know. A few weeks ago, after I mentioned that my fiance has to take turns cooking at the house he is living in this semester (it's a field school out in the mountains) she went out and bought him everything he'd need to make a stir-fry for a dozen people. She spends her weekends at her school, catching up on paperwork so she can devote actual class time to her third graders.

When she was in grad school, she still made time for us and came to our meets and concerts, even when she was writing her thesis. She'd stay up until 4 in the morning to make sure everyone had everything they needed, and then would be at school at 7 the next day.

I love her so much. If I show even a tenth of the love and compassion in my lifetime that she shows in a day, I would be proud of myself. But see, she isn't proud of herself- it's just what she does, and that's what makes it so phenomenal.

Oh god. This also made me cry. I love that there are so many kickass moms out there.

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I am grateful that I can laugh with my mom. I'm grateful that she loves talking to me when I'm away. I'm grateful that she loves me, and I'm grateful that she loves my artwork too. I'm grateful that sometimes on the weekends she wakes up early and makes nutmeg muffins for us, and I'm grateful that she listens to me and asks for me for advice about her students, and I'm grateful that when I'm too tired to focus on her, to give her the attention she gives me, she understands. I'm grateful that sometimes, I can cry in front of her and that she wants to fix things, even if she can't. I'm grateful that she lets me live my own life but still lets me be her baby too.

She sounds like a wonderful mom! yay!

Nutmeg muffins? I put nutmeg in all but my corn muffins.

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I don't claim to be able to live up to her example, but Mum was an inspirational model for selflessness.

(It's weird. Most of my specific memories of Mum come from the end, when she was at her weakest, sadly.)

Mine do too. Especially as time goes by. It feels weird sometimes that my life is pretty good and I;m doing OK without her. I sometimes feel a tiny bit guilty that I am fine. I get over it of course because I know that is what she would want.

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I had to think about this. I love my mom, but the moment you used the word "grateful" all I could think about was the things she did that bothered me. I had to work through those before I could put them aside and get to the good stuff.

My mom encouraged me to think on my own. She bought me a set of Tarot cards when I wanted to explore psychic powers. She let me buy books about all sorts of religions and listened and understood me when I complained about things that had happened in Sunday school.

When she discovered that I would save up my allowance so that I could buy used books, and not clothes or things, she increased my allowance and set up a regular monthly trip to the used book store.

She encouraged me to attend any and every art class I wanted. It didn't matter what the medium was, she paid for the class and drove me there.

She let me drop out of band when they found me hiding in the coat room to avoid going.

She turned off the TV for most of the day, but let me have shelves and shelves of books and sketch pads.

She showed me that silent companionship is rewarding.

She put aside everything when my dad got sick and was there for him and the family.

She moved on with her life and continues to have a rewarding one. She travels, quilts, volunteers and does anything she wants while growing closer to me.

And the most important thing! She knows all of L's horrible past behaviour and adores him anyway because now he's a good man and a wonderful husband for me. When asked she says, "Everybody has a past."

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I am grateful for my mom because of the hours she spent with me as a child, reading me books, brushing my My Little Ponies' hair, dancing in the living room to Paul Simon's Graceland. She taught me how you treat people you love.

I have memories of driving around with my mother in her Carmen Ghia and singing along to Jimi Hendrix. :D

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My mom and I do not get along. Most of the time we are bickering/arguing/out and out fighting. She knows ever button to push with me to make me crazy. But when I was all alone in Seattle for 3 months she was the only one I could talk to that would make me feel better about moving to the opposite side of the country on a whim. She was completely supportive and would just sit on the phone with me for hours while I cried cuz I missed everyone.

We may want to kill eachother on a daily basis, but I couldn't possibly ever trade her or give her up for anything.

I'm very sorry to hear about your mother dear, but you can share mine any time you would like ;)

I sort of went through a period like that with my mom when I was a teenager. Just as things were starting to get better she got sick.

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I talk to my mama at least every other day, and we email each other snarky comments, news, and random pictures. She's one of my closest friends.

Yes, for years now I have been seeing nice posts about your family! :D

Oh this reminds me of when my mom used to clip things out of the NY times when I was in college and mail them to me. :D

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My mom was tough enough to raise two kids alone when most of the neighborhood was made up of married couples. She did a lot for us but didn't forget herself either. She set us the example of a working woman, ran the household and saved up a bigger retirement fund than a lot of people have so I never have to worry about her and money. She always encouraged me and loves me unconditionally. Sometimes she drives me up a tree - but I think that's something that typifies family.

Yes, mother-daughter relationships are kind of insane. My mother used to think my exasperaton was high comedy. She would say, "Of course! I installed your buttons I know how to push them better than anyone else."

Mom! >:)

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My mom is one of my best friends, and the one person above all else I know I can count on, hands-down. So many of the gifts she's given me are core to what I love best about who I am: my dancing, my Jewishness, my activism. She's by no means perfect but... well, there's no way to even encompass the but. She's my mom. <3

Like many of my friends I assumed that your mom must be lovely because you are. :D

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