My mom taking me to a Waffle House and letting me get whatever I wanted after we traveled all night. I was 7, and that will always feel special to me. 😊
Having a moment with my mom on the phone when my dad first got his cancer diagnosis. She sent him in for an appointment and just had a whole breakdown in the car. I had to stifle tears of my own and just be there for her.
It was that moment I truly learned to appreciate my mother, and that this woman is experiencing life for the first time same as me. She’s someone’s baby. She’s someone’s true love. She’s MY mom!! How lucky am I?
Love that woman. We used to butt heads, but I’ll never take her for granted again. Someday I won’t have her anymore.
When my mom came for 5 days after I had my first baby, she took care of EVERYTHING. Chores, meals, buying us groceries, running errands, helping host people who wanted to visit, staying up with the baby so my husband and I could sleep. We got an incredible head start on the newborn trenches and felt so loved and spoiled by her. I’ve always known how selfless and loving and giving my mom was, but it was such an beautiful showing of love and validation for myself as a new mom I’ll never forget it and be forever grateful.
It would be impossible for me to pick just one moment with my mom. She made so many things magical for me. The most powerful moment, though, was when I came home after finding out my partner was using heroin. I was devastated. The fierceness of the hug she gave me will stay with me forever.
My relationship with my mom has always been, for lack of a better term, fucking awful. But I remember there was one time I was really sick and stayed home from school, she held me that whole day. She ran her fingers through my hair, sang to me, and she’d write words on my skin and have me guess what they were.
It’s the moments like that which kept me from going no contact with her.
We used to watch Jeopardy together. The last time we watched it, the Final Jeopardy question was French Literature, which got a groan from both of us.
The answer was something like “this French author was reburied in a shroud embroidered with the phrase “Un pour tous, tous pour un”.
I figured out the phrase, but couldn’t remember the author! I was like “that guy, he wrote the three musketeers!”
And my mom knew the author and we got it right. We were so proud of ourselves, lol. We were very different people and we struggled, but by god, we could play Jeopardy together.
That was a Friday, she died the next Tuesday evening. That was the last, lucid day I had with her.
Definitely when my mom took care of me and my new babies. Not only did she do all the cooking and housework, but she got up with me in the night when i was breastfeeding and if the baby didn’t go back to sleep, she stayed up and let me go back to bed.
Last summer my mom and I recreated a photo from when I was 6 both of us sitting on the front porch eating popsicles. We even wore similar colored dresses.
The day we purchased my wedding dress. It was the only day I can recall when she did not gaslight or flat out insult and criticize me. She actually let down her armor for once and was kind, soft, flattering, and it was fun to spend time with her.
With my mom it was when I had my son and she came out to visit and stayed a month. She always dreamed of being a grandma and she never thought she’d get a grandbaby from her only daughter. She was such an amazing grandma too. My favorite silly moment was when I was visiting and we were up late talking and watching TV. Something made me think of brownies (mom made the best brownies! And overall phenomenal baker). It was about 1am and I said “you know what sounds really good? Brownies!” She got up and made some. So there we were watching Lifetime movies and me scrapping brownie batter out of the bowl. God, I miss that woman.
When I was in high school I was in multiple sports where I had back-to-back practice in the evenings with one half hour break in between. My mom would get off work, bring me dinner, and we would eat in the parking lot of the school. I have a big family so I really enjoyed that time with just me and her
I was adopted by my grandparents. The day my finalized adoption paperwork came in the mail my mom recognized the envelope and told her friend who had stopped in to visit that we needed a private moment before continuing into the house and flashed the envelope to her. We walked to the top of a hill in the yard because I had said that when I was finally adopted I wanted to shout my new name loud enough for the world to hear. My mom read me the letter and my updated birth certificate, stating my new full name. We screamed with joy and hugged. She picked me up and spun me around like a character in a Hallmark movie, tears of joy streaming down our faces. She has been gone for a decade, but that moment of joy almost 40 years ago still plays in my head when I think of her and want to hear her voice again. When we ran out of energy we went inside with mom’s friend and we made a cake to celebrate after dinner with my dad. It is a moment that was perfect that I hold onto.
I’m a trans woman, and I came out at the age of 45. My mother did not take it particularly well, although it could have gone way worse for a Southern Baptist in her mid-seventies. She has very, very gradually started to come around, using my name on occasion and even more rarely my pronouns.
A few months ago, I took my wife and kids on a trip to Mexico, and brought my parents along to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary. My wife and I were getting ready to go out to eat, and I put on a nice dress and make up, the whole shebang. Completely unprompted, my mom told me I looked really nice.
And that’s it, at least so far. We haven’t had many mother-daughter moments at all, but they’re getting more and more frequent. Despite the stress in our relationship, I love her to pieces and the relationship is absolutely worth investing the time into.
My mom teaching me how to play guitar. Asking me how my day was every day after school while preparing my snacks and me just telling her everything that happened. After finishing school when I had my first job and when I got my own place she would always call me and ask me if I do miss the home cooked meals at home, I would always tear up every time she asked me that because it was really hard for me living alone.
My mom and I have always had a very hard relationship, but as we’ve gotten older it’s been easier to talk. She placed such high expectations on me as a kid that recently, she had said out of nowhere that all she wants is for me and my brother is to be happy. Even now I kind of can’t believe it, but it was really nice to hear
So many moments, both now and then. I was truly blessed in the mother department to balance out the father one. Whenever she would bathe me at the sink when I was a little kid, and now when she cuddles my daughter.
I am a middle child who was in boarding school from 5th grade to 12th and then went to med school. Essentially i lived at home only during the holidays. So it was a given that i was a bit ignored at home… But after college when I was preparing for my specialization i had a real bad mock test and the tutor really berated me for failing it I’d called my mom in tears. I was broken, felt like a failure. Talking to her felt good but i told her that i really missed her. My mother travelled about 1600kms(1000 miles) in a mix of road train and flight to come meet me. For the first time in my life i felt special. My siblings are super successful but they needed parental support I am a fiercely independent person so they never had to worry… So when i called her crying it shook them. (Btw this was 2018 in India to come from my town to Mumbai took about 2 days)
I notice most of these are people talking about their mums but my best mother daughter moments are with my daughter. So many to choose from, but a recent one is climbing Glastonbury Tor and bathing at the chalice well garden together, or last night burning incense and drumming together. She is 7 and is the reason and the light.
I was super depressed, anxious, teethering on suicidal. And exams just amplified every single negative feeling. I had one test and my mom drove me down to the school and I just…refused to write it. I was almost close to tears, begging, please don’t make me write it, I don’t wanna fail.
My mom spoke to the teacher, the principal and took me out to a lake. She bought cookies, sat with me on the car bonnet. She said, “you will write the exam. No matter what. For now you can sit and look at the lake, but you will go back there and write the exam. If you fail, you fail, but if you don’t write it, you fail a hundred times over.”
I don’t know how but that calmed me down. Convincing myself to go write that exam was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But once I did it, I felt invincible. If I hadn’t written that exam, I would have failed every single day since then.
Coming home from my first heartbreak at 16. Mom didn’t say a word just handed me a pint of ice cream wrapped me in her favorite blanket and watched terrible rom coms with me until 3 AM.
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My mom taking me to a Waffle House and letting me get whatever I wanted after we traveled all night. I was 7, and that will always feel special to me. 😊
Having a moment with my mom on the phone when my dad first got his cancer diagnosis. She sent him in for an appointment and just had a whole breakdown in the car. I had to stifle tears of my own and just be there for her.
It was that moment I truly learned to appreciate my mother, and that this woman is experiencing life for the first time same as me. She’s someone’s baby. She’s someone’s true love. She’s MY mom!! How lucky am I?
Love that woman. We used to butt heads, but I’ll never take her for granted again. Someday I won’t have her anymore.
When my mom came for 5 days after I had my first baby, she took care of EVERYTHING. Chores, meals, buying us groceries, running errands, helping host people who wanted to visit, staying up with the baby so my husband and I could sleep. We got an incredible head start on the newborn trenches and felt so loved and spoiled by her. I’ve always known how selfless and loving and giving my mom was, but it was such an beautiful showing of love and validation for myself as a new mom I’ll never forget it and be forever grateful.
every special moment with my mom is magical
magical
my birthday, my graduation, even every moment she spends with my child
rekindling my relationship with her. she got into therapy and finally changed after all these years ðŸ˜
Lol, I can’t even think of anything
It would be impossible for me to pick just one moment with my mom. She made so many things magical for me. The most powerful moment, though, was when I came home after finding out my partner was using heroin. I was devastated. The fierceness of the hug she gave me will stay with me forever.
My relationship with my mom has always been, for lack of a better term, fucking awful. But I remember there was one time I was really sick and stayed home from school, she held me that whole day. She ran her fingers through my hair, sang to me, and she’d write words on my skin and have me guess what they were.
It’s the moments like that which kept me from going no contact with her.
We used to watch Jeopardy together. The last time we watched it, the Final Jeopardy question was French Literature, which got a groan from both of us.
The answer was something like “this French author was reburied in a shroud embroidered with the phrase “Un pour tous, tous pour un”.
I figured out the phrase, but couldn’t remember the author! I was like “that guy, he wrote the three musketeers!”
And my mom knew the author and we got it right. We were so proud of ourselves, lol. We were very different people and we struggled, but by god, we could play Jeopardy together.
That was a Friday, she died the next Tuesday evening. That was the last, lucid day I had with her.
Definitely when my mom took care of me and my new babies. Not only did she do all the cooking and housework, but she got up with me in the night when i was breastfeeding and if the baby didn’t go back to sleep, she stayed up and let me go back to bed.
My grandmother passed away and we sat together crying, laughing and reminiscing about her life while we sorted through her house.
Trying on clothes and doing skin care together or just talking and gossiping
Last summer my mom and I recreated a photo from when I was 6 both of us sitting on the front porch eating popsicles. We even wore similar colored dresses.
The day we purchased my wedding dress. It was the only day I can recall when she did not gaslight or flat out insult and criticize me. She actually let down her armor for once and was kind, soft, flattering, and it was fun to spend time with her.
That was 30 years ago.
I haven’t spoken to her in almost 3 years.
When I was a child my mom once picked me up and danced with me in her arms to some music she was playing on the stereo.
With my mom it was when I had my son and she came out to visit and stayed a month. She always dreamed of being a grandma and she never thought she’d get a grandbaby from her only daughter. She was such an amazing grandma too. My favorite silly moment was when I was visiting and we were up late talking and watching TV. Something made me think of brownies (mom made the best brownies! And overall phenomenal baker). It was about 1am and I said “you know what sounds really good? Brownies!” She got up and made some. So there we were watching Lifetime movies and me scrapping brownie batter out of the bowl. God, I miss that woman.
When I was in high school I was in multiple sports where I had back-to-back practice in the evenings with one half hour break in between. My mom would get off work, bring me dinner, and we would eat in the parking lot of the school. I have a big family so I really enjoyed that time with just me and her
I was adopted by my grandparents. The day my finalized adoption paperwork came in the mail my mom recognized the envelope and told her friend who had stopped in to visit that we needed a private moment before continuing into the house and flashed the envelope to her. We walked to the top of a hill in the yard because I had said that when I was finally adopted I wanted to shout my new name loud enough for the world to hear. My mom read me the letter and my updated birth certificate, stating my new full name. We screamed with joy and hugged. She picked me up and spun me around like a character in a Hallmark movie, tears of joy streaming down our faces. She has been gone for a decade, but that moment of joy almost 40 years ago still plays in my head when I think of her and want to hear her voice again. When we ran out of energy we went inside with mom’s friend and we made a cake to celebrate after dinner with my dad. It is a moment that was perfect that I hold onto.
I’m a trans woman, and I came out at the age of 45. My mother did not take it particularly well, although it could have gone way worse for a Southern Baptist in her mid-seventies. She has very, very gradually started to come around, using my name on occasion and even more rarely my pronouns.
A few months ago, I took my wife and kids on a trip to Mexico, and brought my parents along to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary. My wife and I were getting ready to go out to eat, and I put on a nice dress and make up, the whole shebang. Completely unprompted, my mom told me I looked really nice.
And that’s it, at least so far. We haven’t had many mother-daughter moments at all, but they’re getting more and more frequent. Despite the stress in our relationship, I love her to pieces and the relationship is absolutely worth investing the time into.
My mom teaching me how to play guitar. Asking me how my day was every day after school while preparing my snacks and me just telling her everything that happened. After finishing school when I had my first job and when I got my own place she would always call me and ask me if I do miss the home cooked meals at home, I would always tear up every time she asked me that because it was really hard for me living alone.
The moments where she left me alone tbh
My mom and I have always had a very hard relationship, but as we’ve gotten older it’s been easier to talk. She placed such high expectations on me as a kid that recently, she had said out of nowhere that all she wants is for me and my brother is to be happy. Even now I kind of can’t believe it, but it was really nice to hear
So many moments, both now and then. I was truly blessed in the mother department to balance out the father one. Whenever she would bathe me at the sink when I was a little kid, and now when she cuddles my daughter.
Too many to list, but probably my holding her hand in her final hours while playing her favorite music for her.
Listening to her talking about her life before marriage
When she promised she’d never visit me again before slamming my front door.
I am a middle child who was in boarding school from 5th grade to 12th and then went to med school. Essentially i lived at home only during the holidays. So it was a given that i was a bit ignored at home… But after college when I was preparing for my specialization i had a real bad mock test and the tutor really berated me for failing it I’d called my mom in tears. I was broken, felt like a failure. Talking to her felt good but i told her that i really missed her. My mother travelled about 1600kms(1000 miles) in a mix of road train and flight to come meet me. For the first time in my life i felt special. My siblings are super successful but they needed parental support I am a fiercely independent person so they never had to worry… So when i called her crying it shook them. (Btw this was 2018 in India to come from my town to Mumbai took about 2 days)
I notice most of these are people talking about their mums but my best mother daughter moments are with my daughter. So many to choose from, but a recent one is climbing Glastonbury Tor and bathing at the chalice well garden together, or last night burning incense and drumming together. She is 7 and is the reason and the light.
I was super depressed, anxious, teethering on suicidal. And exams just amplified every single negative feeling. I had one test and my mom drove me down to the school and I just…refused to write it. I was almost close to tears, begging, please don’t make me write it, I don’t wanna fail.
My mom spoke to the teacher, the principal and took me out to a lake. She bought cookies, sat with me on the car bonnet. She said, “you will write the exam. No matter what. For now you can sit and look at the lake, but you will go back there and write the exam. If you fail, you fail, but if you don’t write it, you fail a hundred times over.”
I don’t know how but that calmed me down. Convincing myself to go write that exam was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But once I did it, I felt invincible. If I hadn’t written that exam, I would have failed every single day since then.
Coming home from my first heartbreak at 16. Mom didn’t say a word just handed me a pint of ice cream wrapped me in her favorite blanket and watched terrible rom coms with me until 3 AM.
Just being with her every day is my best mother daughter moment