I wouldn't know where to begin. My mom has always been a rock for me. My dad died at 54 and she was 42 and I was 2½. She basically raised all of us kids (I'm the youngest of 9) all by herself. We never had much, but I never realized it. We always had homemade meals (real potatoes!! fresh apple crisp). She sacrificed SO much for us and I didn't realize it until I grew up. Today is the anniversary of my brother's death - 15 years - and she is still my support and who I turn to when I need guidance. She helped me through my 4 miscarriages, sometimes by words of wisdom, sometimes by saying nothing.
She always said she learned so many wonderful things from her mother and she so lovingly passed them on to me. I never realized I grew up with a single mother until I was older - she just made life so normal for all of us.
I guess what my mother gave me the most was to trust your gut, trust God and oreos and milk are a good comfort when you need it!
If I can be a fraction of the mother to my girls as she has been to me, life will be good.