It's funny when you think about it...

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But, the feelings that we have for our parents seem to change throughout our lives. First we have a very close and near idyllic relationship with our parents. Then during the teen years there is sort a love/hate thing going on for a few years. Then, after about age 25 and perhaps bringing a child or two into the world we begin to understand our parents and begin to really respect what they have done for us. My mom went to work and my grandmother took over the role of my caregiver early on in my life. So my grandmother had a great influence on me. But, I remember my mom was a good parent. She was over bearing and was always in my business but now, looking back, I realize why. I told some lies and made some bad choices. She never yelled or chastised me for it. But, when I made good choices and accomplished something she was first in line to tell me how proud she was of me. My mother had a big heart. She worked the night shift at a restaurant washing dishes when I was in middle school. She would come home in time to get me up and made me breakfast each morning. She drove me to school when there was bad weather too. We lived on a short lane and knew most of the people that lived on it. My mother did the irrigation for probably four other residents on the lane each week. This was after she had retired and I had moved out on my own. She also took a couple of the older ladies to appointments and to get groceries as well. She did all the repairs on the house herself. She also was part of a group that started a community help program in the area. I never thought of my mom as political although she was very outspoken. Yes, my mom was quite a lady. I miss her.