Describe your relationship with your mother

[epilogue]

My mother and I currently have a strained relationship.

has she ver met Len Dawson?

No. She did meet George Brett once though

well thats cool..mr el Segundo

You ever hear his food poisoning story?

[doug rr]

My mother and I currently have a strained relationship.

has she ver met Len Dawson?

No. She did meet George Brett once though

well thats cool..mr el Segundo

You ever hear his food poisoning story?

nobody will ever have a better pant shiting story..I think about thodoks every time I hear it

[epilogue]

My mother and I currently have a strained relationship.

has she ver met Len Dawson?

No. She did meet George Brett once though

well thats cool..mr el Segundo

You ever hear his food poisoning story?

nobody will ever have a better pant shiting story..I think about thodoks every time I hear it

RIP thodoks

[bodysnatcher]

My mom rules

[doug rr]

My mom rules

does she poop a lot?

[epilogue]

My mom rules

does she poop a lot?

she rules at pooping a lot

[Monkey_Driven]

Very good to great, depending on how often we connect. She is incredibly intelligent, gracious, faithful, and supportive.

Some of my favorite memories of childhood were tagging along with her for trips to the "city" (about an hour away) to run errands, shop, and explore new restaurants.

She loves being a grandma and spoils the kids with positivity and fun activities/treats.

[Higgs]

I'm just gonna stay riiiight out of this thread.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Peeps]

for those with a strained relationship with mom (or dad). do everything in your power to at least be cordial with them. you wont always see eye to eye on things and on some things it may be the complete opposite of what you believe and be frustrating but one day they will be gone. while in the interim you may not believe it over time you are going to have some regrets.

two things that really stick out in my mind about my mom is she fiercely always believed in me even when i didnt believe in myself and she had my back no matter what stupid decision i made. the last six months of her life i remember her thanking me profusely for being her angel and saving her life only to have to look her in the eye on her couch 3 months later and know it was the last time i was going to see her. not a day goes by that i wish i had a few more minutes with her but i am very glad to know that she knew how much i loved her and how much she loved me before she passed.