I luckily had a very charming, lovable mom who I think everybody could see bits and pieces of their mom in.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am lucky. I had a very beautiful mother.
I had a gorgeous mom. She was beautiful, so I lucked out there.
I had such a great mom and I know that I'd never be that mom. I wouldn't want to bring a child into this world unless I could be.
I had a very strong-willed mother, who I totally adored. She was always in control of her life.
My mother, who was radiant, young, and beautiful even as she lay dying, heard voices and saw visions, but she always managed to make friends with them and was much too charming to hospitalize even at her craziest.
Mom was so funny and loving to us kids. She was our first audience. When my dad died, I was suddenly alone in the house with her because my two older brothers were away at college. I was the man of the house, and she was the grieving woman.
My mother was adorable, a great giggler. My father was very strong and could be quite frightening.
I became the kind of parent my mother was to me.
I had an amazing mother. She raised nine kids, practically as a single parent, which is the hardest thing in the world. Nine of us! Day in and day out. She had to make sure we all had an education and that we all felt loved.
I barely saw my mother, and the mom I saw was often angry and unhappy. The mother I grew up with is not the mother I know now. It's not the mother she became after my father died, and that's been the greatest prize of my life.