I thought I would open up a thread here for you to tell us about your mums. I’ll go first.
When I was quite young I had a paper route. I had to get up very early, before even 5:00 a.m. (When I started attending early morning seminary and therefore had to give up the route, it seemed so luxurious to be able to “sleep in” for seminary.) My mother would get up at the same time and make me a cup of hot Postum (yes, very Mormon!) with two slices of toast each cut into thirds, which I would dunk into the Postum and eat, and then venture out into the cold cruel world to deliver my papers. On the worst winter days, she would actually drive me around on my route. I never asked her to do any of this; she just did it.
The other thought that comes quickly to mind when I think of my mother is the fact that I have never in my life heard her utter an unkind word about another human being. In the words of a recent popular Mormon book, “not even once.” That is an otherworldly bar to set for her children, one that I certainly have not come even close to reaching myself. But to whatever extent I manage to be a kind and empathetic person in my life, I credit it largely to the example my mother set for me.
What would you like us to know about your mother? Share with us your stories (good, bad or indifferent).