She has a way more overworked (and underpaid) version of my job, and she still hasn't killed anybody. She's also back on Church Council and her mother's been seriously declining for the past nearly seven years, and she still manages to be gracious and loving and generous and patient with people.
As I (slowly) grow and mature, my mom's a really good model for how to be loving with people (even/especially people one doesn't particularly like), and my more long-standing propensity to (want to) care for people I care about is, I expect, due largely to her influence/model.
I usually invoke the post-retirement ladies of the UCN I grew up in when I roll my eyes at "woe, I am getting old," but today is my mom's 50th birthday. Yeah, when did that happen? Both my parents are required to live long and healthy lives before dying of something quick and painless.
from conversation with mjules last night:
I like your Mom. Almost as much as I like my Mom.
If I could get my Mom to check/update her LJ more often, I'd suggest introducing them. But I suspect it's a lost cause.
She calls me periodically. "What's my blog password again?"