One of my favorite memories of my mom is the morning I went to the hospital to have my son. I called her at 6am, because I knew she would be leaving for work soon. When I told her my back had been hurting all night - she jumped off the phone with me - and called the doctor.
Mom always seemed to know what I needed more than I did -So in the middle of an ice storm - we headed an hour away to have my baby. She was in the delivery room with me all that morning - until later in the afternoon when I finally had Adrian. He was little and born 5 weeks early - and I was about the most nervous new mom ever. Luckily, my mom had had all preemies herself, and was always able to help me through everything.
Everytime I look at my children, I see a little bit of my mom there.