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May082013

One Size Fits All

With Mother's Day apon us, the wonderful Lesley Evers is giving away one of her signature silk scarves to a lucky Pie reader. Simply comment here with a favorite Mom memory. A winner will be chosen at random and you have till midnight Pacific time, Sunday, May 12th to enter.

If you are in or near Oakland, visit Lesley's new retail shop at 5501 College Avenue or her even newer store opening this Tuesday at 3535A Mount Diablo in Lafayette. Just mention Piewacket at either shop and get 20% off your purchase! Not in the Bay area? No worries, online shoppers can still save 20% through Sunday by using promocode:Momspie at check out.

 

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Reader Comments (17)

The mom memory that sprang to mind first was all about quiet afternoons with my Mom when I was five years old. As the youngest of three girls, you can imagine my mother's attentions were divided. But I used to love when I had half-day kindergarten the afternoons my mother and I would spend together just the two of us after I was let out of school. For about three hours - she was all mine!
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterCheryl Miles
Mom's mac and cheese is a definite fave memory!
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterHolly
Loved making rice krispie treats with my mom for birthday treats brought to my classrooms in elementary school. Felt so grown up helping her in the kitchen! creativerachelr at gmail dot com
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterRachel Rusticus
I have mixed feelings about Mother's Day because I lost my own mother several years ago, but I am very lucky to have a Mother-in-Law and Stepmother who I love and am close with. My most vivid thought on Mother's Day is the moment I first saw my son - he made me a mother.
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterKirstin
My mom always helped us make and deliver surprise May Day treat baskets to our friends and neighbor kids. Can't wait to do that with my kids when they are old enough :)
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJenna
I may have been raised by a single mother but I never felt any emptiness. She had an amazing way of turning any situation into an adventure. One Christmas we apparently didn't have money for a tree so she suggested we trek up the hill to Coit Tower and gather Eucalyptus branches. We brought them home, pulled out our ornaments, garlands and tinsel to decorate with. It wasn't until years later that I put two and two together. I thought we were just having fun. Life is always like that with her. I'm blessed.
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterNandini b
I am a teacher. Each year, I make the same Mother's Day gift for my mom that I have my students make for their moms. My mom used to thank me with that bemused smile on her face when I delivered her gift. One year it was a tile turned trivet, another a recycled paper pin, and another a flower topping a stick pen in a flower pot holder. I loved crafting those things for her, sharing thoughts with my students as we talked about how special our moms were. My mom has been gone for four years. I no longer make the gift to give to my mom. Instead, I give it to a student who has a stepmom or grandmother who plays a vital role in their life. I think my mom would like that.
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterSuzanne
My mother used to take us kids on long hikes through the woods on Saturdays. She was a fantastic and active girl scout leader. She worked in the garden tirelessly, mowed the huge amounts of lawn we had living out iun the country, and helped my dad take care of his cattle. She baked, canned, and kept the house going.

I always knew my mom had scars on her knees and thighs. By scars I mean very deep, knotty ridges. She avoided wearing shorts but you could see them when she wore dresses or skirts. I never really knew the story behind her scars until I was a teenager - I guess we just were so used to seeing them that they were not a source of curiosity for us.

When she was a very young baby, her mother died of appendicitis. During the chaos of the funeral, she was put down to nap on a blanket on the kitchen floor. She rolled and ended up with her legs against the kitchen wood stove, suffering horrible third degree burns. Treatments were not fancy then, and the family was too poor to afford a hospital. The doctor said it was a miracle she did not die from infection. He told her family she would never walk. She managed to heal from her terrible injuries, without skin grafts or other treatments, but was left with scars and frequent pain. But it never stopped her from being an active mom and I don't think I really appreciated what she went through till I was an adult.

I think my mom was one of the bravest people I have ever known.
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterTam
My mom was way ahead of her time. She was in graduate school when she met my dad (in the 50s). She did stop work for us kids but went back to work when we were in school. She taught me that it was OK to be able to cook and keep house AND have a career. She taught me to cook and to balance a budget. She taught me that it was OK for you to have interests different from your husband's. She taught me to give back to my community. She gave me a love of reading. And in the past year since we lost my dad, she has shown strength and grace. I hope that I share at least some of her qualities and I am so lucky to have her.
May 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterLilith
My favorite mum memory is difficult to choose out of the many good times, disagreements and shopping trips we've taken.

However, a favorite of mine is baking cake with mum when i was really young. She would be mixing the batter, when my urge to lick batter gets the better of me and i put my tiny hand inside the bowl. I used to annoy her to no end when she baked. But i always used to get a pat on the head and the bowl after she puts the batter in the oven and couple of hours later fresh baked cake:)
May 9, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterAnn Shake
My favorite memory would have to be when my mom escaped from a horrible abuser. She is a beautiful survivor of ugly domestic violence.
May 9, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterBrandi Sims
I inherited my Mom's collection of Julia Child cookbooks. Every time I glance at them, I think of my Mom and her love of cooking, especially from these cookbooks
May 9, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMargi Hansen
My brother and I begged mum for some money to get her a present. Separately we both bought same thing: fruit jellies coated in glittery sugar in a fancy black box. Twenty years later she says "you know what? I hate jellies".
Ha! She hid it very well. Not so well that we bought her more boxes!
May 10, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterGillian, @look_mama
My mom and I didn't get along very well until after I had my own daughter. The day she was born (2 weeks early), my mom dropped everything and flew from Wisconsin to California, to arrive just a few hours after my daughter did. She stayed 3 weeks and did all the cooking. She was a Godsend. I never even realized how much she had to do to make that happen until my own grand-daughter arrived three decades later. Thanks, Mom!
May 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJuli
My mother was very involved during my school years. From PTA president, to home room mother and field trip chaperone, she was always front and center. I have tried my best to emulate her, by being active in my children's school. I hope they will appreciate my presence, as much as i valued my mother's.
May 12, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterKelley
I remember the days at the beach in southern CA. We played, built sand castles, ate sandy hot dogs. Now my mom is 92 and has Alzheimer's. She can still remember the early days, though.
May 12, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJane S
my single mom made my sisters and i feel like we were a team. we were struggling but small things became celebrations, like a favorite movie on television would be an occasion to bake a pie. my mom also shared memories of her childhood, telling us stories that let us know we were part of something larger.
May 13, 2013 | Unregistered Commenterangie
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