Memory of Mom: The Cheerleader in My Corner

Written by on May 12, 2012

Ann Morgan James and her mother riding a tandem bike when her mother was in her late 70s.

Ann Morgan James, author of  “How to Raise a Millionaire: Six Millionaire Skills You Can Teach Your Kids So They Can Imagine and Live the Life of Their Dreams,” shared this story about good times with her mother. 

Thanks, Ann!

First thing I would do is pull out the Scrabble board.

Even if we didn’t finish the game, playing a hand or two would be so very special!

Second, I would hold her every second. . .look in her eyes and see her knowing smile and unconditional love which was always there.

Third, I would tell her all my dreams and goals I am trying to accomplish.

I won’t weigh down the conversation by hashing over stuff that has happened since she was gone.

I would simply spend ever second soaking up all her positive energy and unflagging belief in me, so I could have it when she was gone again.

One of the hardest things about not having my Mom around has been keeping my chin up without my cheerleader in my corner.

Going through a divorce, reinventing myself at age 50, and dealing with life’s blows has been hard at times.

It’s those times–when I need someone to have my back and I don’t–that miss her the most.

It’s those times when I pull on the internal strength she planted in me so I can believe in myself and make my own way.

These are the gifts I am planting in my son.

Memory of Mom: Five More Minutes With the Real “Her”

Written by Debi Einmo on May 7, 2012

Debi Einmo, a self-described “small business wonk and government contracting guru,” is the author of “Don’t Bid: Insider Secrets for Small Businesses to Benefit from Government Spending.” 

We thank her for sharing her Mom Memory with the Five More Minutes With audience. 

Five more minutes with mom….what I would give for that.

No my Mom has not died, but she has suffered a serious stroke and she isn’t with us mentally anymore.

I wish I could get her to laugh about all the crazy things we used to do as kids…..there were five of us and I can only imagine (with a 30-year-old of my own) how we used to make her crazy.

I wish I could see some sort of recognition of life…of something that says she understands. To have five more minutes of “her”.

Death of the body is a difficult thing to grieve, but a living death is harder in many ways. I wish I had my mom back.

Memory of Mom: Sharing a Daughter’s Birth

Written by Maelyn Lessard on April 15, 2011

My best memory that I share with my Mom is when I gave birth to my daughter.

I called when I was in labor but I went fast.

I was living in North Carolina and she was in Melbourne, Florida.

She drove all night and arrived at 7a.m.

I was sitting in bed holding my new baby girl and she walked in crying.

I cry thinking of the moment we all held each other for the first time.

It is a moment you cannot describe because it was filled with so much love and emotion.

We have since moved to Melbourne and have shared many things, but that moment is truly just ours.