My first favorite memory of my mom was just after Marianne and I got the dollhouse. Marianne was only 2 and really didn't care about it but I loved it. One afternoon I was playing with it and Mom stopped what she was doing and spent the afternoon playing with me. I don't know that she ever did that again but that has always been special.
When I was senior in high school, my English Teacher divided out a group of students and basically started an advanced English class. I was in it and loved it. Towards the end of the year, we had covered everything, so he had us read contemporary novels. We were to read 2 a week. These were not lightweight reads. I got a little bit behind and needed to read The Grapes of Wrath in order to get an A in the class. The problem was that the test was the next day. Mom and I marathon read from the time I got hom from school - all night long - until 3 in the morning to finish the book. I got an A+ on the test because I even answered the bonus questions correctly. I remember being surprised that my mom would offer to read with me that night. But after being a mom, I realize now that is just what loving moms do. I would do it today for one of my children or grandchildren in a heartbeat.
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