What are your best memories of your mother?

None! & don't care to. Haven't spoken to her since the day I left home & joined the military. She was a greedy, money hungry, user, whom my father eventually divorced for said reasons. Now she hides in the house my father paid for & ignores the outside world. Lives off the system like a eff'ing leech!

Don't care about her & never will.

Myother had a sense of humor, a very British sense of humor. Things simply popped out of her mouth. The first time she saw a "Don't walk" sign flashing she smiled and said, "No, run like hell". What made it funny was that it was so unexpected. She was in every respect a very proper lady.

O gosh! My birth mother is no longer with us, but we would talk on the phone about everything. We made each other laugh so much. But when she would tell me how proud of me she was my heart would swell. Since i could remember all i wanted was to make her happy. Mission accomplished!! Miss you "Pearl"

Listening to her stories about where she was from and the wisdom she passed on!! She had a beautiful voice, boy could she sing. Every time we were at something that involved singing my mom was asked!!

Cooking with her.....She was a gourmet cook and we never missed an episode of the French Chef....

Despite her ill health, how she put up with me putting snakes in the freezer, bringing rodents and birds in the house. How she always went out into the woods with me to check out my latest "tree fort" that i built. To name a few.

Unfortunately due to her health, she passed when i was 12. But still have the memories and photos.

My Mother is 71, has heart issues, and lives 2200 miles away and I'm a bit of a realist,so for me, the answer is that every time I get to see her is a new best memory.

My mother fought to give us what we needed after her and my dad split. She did well. I'm great fil to have her around still

I went through a rough patch in my adolescence. I was the oldest of 3 boys at the time. My mom decided to take us to the movies and had us vote for which movie we saw. My brothers already agreed on a movie so I said my vote didn't matter since they were the majority. Well she voted for my choice and grown-up votes count twice because they're twice our age. We ended up seeing my movie and it was little moments like this which really made me appreciate my parents.

We were what has often been referred to as dirt poor. Yet, my Mother could and would make a good meal out of any foods. I did, however, eat far too much oatmeal, probably the reason I haven't gone near it for fifty years!!!