On moms.
Describe a great memory with your mom.
Will Weatherly
99.7% of my early life was spent playing organized soccer. Early in my career, at age seven or so, mom once took me to the fields near our house for mother-son practice. Even at that age, I knew mom wasn’t exactly an athlete, so I expected little out of her. I positioned myself in the goal, and dared her to attempt a shot. Without even pausing to stop the ball I’d just rolled her way, she wound up and unleashed a rocket of a kick that sent the ball soaring what seemed like a mile high and a mile long. It didn’t come near the goal, but that didn’t matter. I knew it had surpassed any of the shots I’d ever taken.
That was the first time mom’s abilities outside the realm of “normal mom stuff” truly amazed and inspired me.
Teresa Coles
My mother taught me the basics of gardening, many of which are a lost art today:
- How to drop seeds in the hole while riding on the back of a planting rig
- How to shell a whole bushel of beans in one episode of Days of Our Lives
- How to get the milk out of an ear of corn without splashing all over your face
Any many, many other farm chores that I didn’t appreciate at the time.
Perhaps the biggest gift she gave me was an understanding of the land, how it sustains us, and what we owe it.
Kevin Smith
Me, Mom and my dog in a U-Haul for 14 hours from SC to NYC. I had rented an apartment at 22 West 15th Street sight unseen. We walked in and were relieved to find it nicer than we expected. Mom stayed the weekend and helped me get everything in place. Just before leaving, she joined me for a walk to my new office to make sure I knew just how to get there on Monday.
Julie Turner
After our first son was born, my mom came to our house every day for a week to help. Laundry. Rest police. Conversation. Started dinner. Advice. And the best meatballs I’ve ever had. It was a generous (and much appreciated) gift of time and talent.
Cathy Monetti
When I was in my early 30s, I got the chance to take the trip of a lifetime with my mother, Posey Rigg. We joined a tour group for several days in the Canadian Rockies, including stops in Lake Louise, Jasper, Banff and more. Mom and I got the opportunity to go white water rafting in Glacier National Park and I somehow talked her into it—something I still find unbelievable.
Being Posey, she was determined NOT to paddle. In fact, she refused to even hold a paddle while on that raft. Then she somehow secured a seat up on the rim beside the guide.
The rest of us paddled wildly, soaked to the bone as we made our way through the rapids. Mom? She just sat up there on the back of that raft, dry and smiling, fully pleased.
Ryon Edwards
After a grueling day of preschool, I remember my Mom coming to the door of the classroom to pick me up. In her hands was our newest family member — a black lab puppy, named King. I remember the excitement of the moment and the look of pure joy and happiness on her face. Thanks, Mom!
