Go, go, go and have fun, fun, fun! Dancing AND the vacation!

I love the relationship you have with your mother. Chick is right - a great, inspirational story that needs to be shared!

Chick, I wrote my Mom a letter on her 85th B-Day last September...I could post that..., but I think it's too long…and would probably be boring for you all here.

How about if we all just write something what we particularly remember or loved about our mothers. Maybe even the earliest memory?

Okay, I'll start.

The first memory I have of my mom is how she'd always delight me in a little question and answer duel we would play.

I remember asking her, "Do you love me this much, Mommy?" And I'd hold my short arms far apart.

She would look down at me, a smile on your lips, and say, "Noooo, ….

Then I pretended to be sad, but at the same time I felt excited for I knew what was coming next.

"This much," she would say every time, as she stretched her arms out and as far apart as possible.

Funny, how I can remember this so clearly. It’s a little game that probably all children play with their parents. I think it's the foundation of love, and the beginning of knowing where you belong in this big bewildering world. I know some of my boomer sisters here didn't have this love foundation from their Mothers...but even a sibling or a grandparent might have provided you with that. It would be nice if you shared too.

"Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time;
it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable."
-Sydney J. Harris, Strictly Personal

Hannelore, I loved your story. My apologies tho. I posted a website to submit stories and it didn't show up on my post. I'll try to post it again.Here it is(maybe)
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/ActiveAging/story?id=1808916&page=1

Oh, okay Chick. I just checked it out. Lots of love going on there. Couldn't figure out how to post. duh? Oh well...I'll just chat with you ladies here...at least I know how to do that.

My mom's dad owned some land near a river where I grew up. He raised gladiolus in the summer time (he was a school principal) for extra money.

I remember my mom, and one of her girlfriends, taking us to the river, where grandpa had carved out a small beach. We would sit for the longest time, playing in the sand, wading in the river and just being kids. Mom packed a picnic (probably bologna sandwiches and homemade cookies, I don't remember) and it seemed like we had fun all day long.

Just a few years ago, mom told me she never liked beaches. I realized that she had sacrificed her wants for us. We enjoyed, and she enjoyed us, so we did.

I was one of the lucky ones growing up, and I know that now.

JJ I added your quote to my collection. It's very very wise. Thanks.

Anno, your description sounds so peaceful. Even if your Mom didn't like beaches, just packing your picnic and basking in her children's joys must have been wonderful for her.

I consider myself as one of the lucky ones growing up as well. Maybe that's why we seem to have so much in common.