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05/13/10 | The Women's Conference | 60 Comments

The Women's Conference Celebrates Moms

Maria Shriver on the profound power of motherhood and her own experience of being both a mother and a daughter.


We invited you to share your own personal stories about motherhood -- what your mom means to you or what it means to be a mom. The winners receive --

We've chosen the 3 winning comments. They are --

Kristy Campbell:

I’ve never felt as powerful as a mother as when I was 8 months pregnant sitting outside of the drug-testing lab with my teenage daughter. I had suspected something was going on with her and was adamant about finding out exactly what. As she screamed at me in the car about how much she hated me, I heard a voice come out of me that said… “Fine. Hate me. You'll hate me when you are 20, you'll hate me when you are 30, and you may hate me for the rest of your life. But, at least you will have a life from which to hate me. I am your mother. I am not your friend. And if you are doing drugs, I’m going to find out and deal with it.”

Our story has a drug-free happy ending and now 2 years later, my daughter is off to college and we are starting to evolve the mom/daughter relationship into a friendship. I love and value the current relationship I have with her, however, I know that if I hadn’t been a mother first to her, we would never be on this path to friendship.


I Love all the wonderful stories of 'Mommie and me,' by people who had warm milk by their bedsides and a fairytale told to them until their eye's were sealed with a loving kiss from Mom. At one time i couldn't stand to hear them. Mothers day was such a difficult time. It use to be, "Bah Hum-bug", on mothers day.

Mothers Day has always been a day of feeling guilty for giving Mom cards that didn't bare an ounce of truth of who we were. If i hadn't had such a great relationship with my own son, the yearly greiving over the relationship i never had with my Mom and achingly longed for, would have been unbearable. Yet as i go and grow through life i become more understanding of Mom's hurt and pain of never being loved by her own Mom. The suicide of my Dad, the loss of my oldest son, didn't help either one of us at all. But, when i tell you how much strength, courage, and love has risen in the midst of this family. Once i decided this generational abusive behavior would stop with me, It did. I was a single parent and my son who is now in law enforcement with a beautiful family. I was determined he would know without a doubt, he is loved. Now, i'm very passionate about leading others to a place of a 'Loving Reality'. I Love my Mom very much and now i know, she couldn't give what she never had.

Have a blessed Mother's Day and know, Love never fails.
May 2010


I and even more so my sisters are now my mother's mother. As my mother of 8 children in 10 years having just celebrated her 89th birthday is suffering from the early stages of alzheimers disease and her daughters have stepped up to care for her as she spent many years caring for us. I think how ironic this care is as we bath our mother in the same blue cast iron tub she use to bath us....was her hair as she use to wash ours, dress her as she use to dress us and feed her as she to feed us. But the one thing she still does for herself is to apply her make-up. Growing up I will always remember how mom taught us how to use make-up and to never leave the house without lipstick....needless to say my sisters and I always look fabulous when we leave our homes. 

Care for our parents comes full cycle. Many questions why we would do this instead of just putting mom in a 'home', but the choice my sisters and I have made is to care for mom as long as possible even as we care for our own families and self. Mom made room for us as we grew and now we are making room for mom. Happy Mothers!

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  • My mother taught me from a young age from the encyclopedia and the bible. She taught me life lessons and taught me I was the same as everyone else and I wasn't better than anyone else. Some of the things she taught me takes a lifetime to learn if not taught first. I remember looking at the Kennedy's in their living room. I thought of how special it was to have so many brothers and sisters. I loved the way Teddy was dressed in white. I came from a family with two children but I was made feel as important as the Kennedy children. Many life lessons can be learned from pondering other family's. It just so happens my parents were democrats and the Kennedy's was an important family in our lives. I had two mentally handicap cousins in my family. They are going to outlive their parents. Sister Shriver taught me so much about the handicap people. What treasures they were. ( we are all brothers and sisters)! My mother gave me so much more. She never got anything she couldn't pay cash for. Now she is the same but there is no cash. She does without the basics things in life and my hands are tied. Even plumbing is a luxury. She won't accept charity. How can this precious angel of 78 be in such dire straights. She prays for anyone who needs prayer and until she dies she will be a blessed angel on earth. My own daughter was born without a rectum. Because of how my mother raised me, I had an easy time getting though the challenges that faced me as a mother myself. I go to a neurologist on the 21st. I just pray my mom doesn't have to loose a child. She couldn't handle this. There was fishing trips, home room mothers and parties at home from my childhood. She was such a good wife to my father. I will sum it up like this. In our home, Mom put everyone else before herself. I think a Mom does this. A mom is the most selfless person in any family. You can be poor in eastern Kentucky and be just as special as in Hollywood, if you take motherhood seriously.

    Posted by mvp_love, 7 May 2010.

  • I think being a mom is the highest calling on the face of the earth, having lost my mom nine years ago I kinda disliked mothers day but my three children make mothers day a big issues, they write me letters, buy me gifts, this year i got a fishing pole from my 13 year old son, I love the fact that I can teach my children about God, life and being able to shower them with love, I love love being a mother...

    Posted by DebWoll, 7 May 2010.

  • "A Mother's Love" poem

    There are times when only a Mother's love
    Can understand our tears,
    Can soothe our disappoints
    And calm all of our fears.
    There are times when only a Mother's love
    Can share the joy we feel
    When something we've dreamed about
    Quite suddenly is real.
    There are times when only a Mother's faith
    Can help us on life's way
    And inspire in us the confidence
    We need from day to day.
    For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
    And a Mother's steadfast love
    Were fashioned by the Angels
    And sent from God above.


    Posted by kammi, 7 May 2010.

  • Motherhood has no boundaries. It transcends every socio-economic barrier and can be found throughout the entire World. Motherhood is wonderful and formidable at the same time.

    To be initiated into some street gangs, you must pull a trigger and take a life. This is known as “peeling a wig”. Instead of “peeling wigs” we “push heads”. Moms must push a head the size of a bowling ball through the opening the size of a kiwi. Alternatively, your belly might be sliced open like a watermelon so your precious baby can safely exit.

    When street gang members get sentenced to the penitentiary, they often build up their muscles by pumping iron otherwise known as “getting their yoke on.” When you get pregnant, you too will begin to pump up, but instead of muscles, you get a beautiful tummy pouch. Moms “get their pouch on”.

    Street gangs member often have tattoos or “tacs” referencing their gangs. In my Hood, Mother Nature tattoos youl. Your skin stretches to the breaking point leaving lovely stretch marks riddled across your abdomen and your overworked veins begin to swell leaving you with bluish-green varicose veins.

    This Mother's Day we salute you - the many, the proud, the Mothers in the Hood!

    Posted by Malibu Mom, 7 May 2010.

  • I Remember my MOTHER (Beatrice): the wife of a minister, mother of 8 children, 1st lady of the church, awesome cook, homemaker, gardner, seamstress & more. There are many memorable moments I can share but I will start with this one. We lived in the rural south on a farm/ranch. We did not have very much but mother could take the simplest & barest of ingredients & make us feel like we were eating food from a 5-star restaurant. It was so delicious that we would forget about our lack. Mother made much of our clothing as well as sewed the most beautiful & heaviiest quilits for our beds to keep out the cold (we had one small gas heater in the hallway midway between the living room & bedrooms to heat the entiire home), & maintained our continued healthiness. We knew we were loved when it took conentrated effort for us to turn over in the bed during the night under the weight of those beautiful, warm, intricately stitched & patterned quilits. To make ends meet during those days, my mother saved green stamps. It seemed to take months even a year for her to save enough green stamps to obtain any substantial item of necessity for the home. I remember my mother saved all year long for a household item but realizing that I'd never had a real doll, she made the decision to trade in her nest-egg savings of green-stamped booklets to get me my first doll. She gave me the sparse picture booklet from which one could choose items in exchange for the traded in green stamps. She said, "pick out whichever doll u want." I could not believe it. On the pages, there were no black dolls; none that was my color which looked like me. Even so, never having had a real doll of my own at 5 or 6 years of age, I was so excited that it was hard to chose between the white doll with long strait hair which I could brush or the one with curly shorter hair which came with a baby's bottle & she would wet when I fed her & I could change her diaper. I chose the latter dolll because I felt I could do more with it. With little money for necessities and no money for toys, my mother said, "it will take every book of green stamps I have saved to get the doll u picked out, but it's OK, I want you to have the one u want." I saw my mother's face. I saw the sacrifice. I felt the love. I shall never forget that she put aside her own need to give me pleasure; the pleasure I never had, the experience of having a real doll. To this day, I tear up because I remember when the doll arrived, I saw the smile on my mother's face & in her eyes. I know to this day even as a child, the love I felt from my mother out-shined the brand new unwrapped, plastic-smelling, new doll.

    My most loving mother is with the LORD due to a tragic auto accident in which she lost her life in 1995. And, I still feel her love & I know GOD & my Mother is watching over us.

    HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MOM....Your baby daughter, BUENA.(May 2010).

    Posted by artistbuena, 7 May 2010.

  • I lost my mom three years ago. It seems like yesterday. When I put my makeup on in the morning and catch a certain angle, I see her. I feel her in my cheekbones, the shape of my lips; she is still there. A great-aunt of mine (who mothered a large brood of nieces and nephew (11 in all) plus many more grand-nieces and nephews although she birthed no children herself, said a wise thing to me once, a long time ago:
    “If you still hold them in your heart and talk about them, even after their passing, they are never truly gone.”
    As this Mother's Day nears, I hold on to that truth. I look at my 20 year old son, who had the benefit of knowing his Nana. He benefited because I took her model and tried my best to mother the way she did through lots of stories and laughter, daily sharing of great books and good conversation and listening, and even now the quick phone call to talk about a big or little thing.
    You can learn more my mom and her influence on me as the Literacy Ambassador and a mother at

    Posted by The Literacy Ambassador, 7 May 2010.

  • Having been the adolescent who was teased for her weight, and the daughter who dieted to please her mother, I was determined that my youngest daughter would not have the same experience. I purchased a body image and health program for her school (Healthy Body Image, Teaching Kids to Eat and Love their Bodies Too, by Kathy Kater) and that’s when our adventure began. 11 years later, we are now the authors of a journal for middle school girls, How I Look Journal, by Molly and Nan Dellheim, all because of the dedication, insights, encouragement, and contributions that Molly provided. It has been vetted by the National Eating Disorders Association and garnered endorsements from girls, moms, teachers & counselors. It helps girls see their beauty, their power, and their potential, and we have broken new ground (in the prevention field) by showing girls that they can dress to change their perceptions. Most importantly, I have cherished every minute of this amazing collaboration with my daughter who is truly a woman of substance. My other daughter has also accomplished much and inspired me greatly. Never could I have imagined what it would be like to be their mother!

    Posted by NanDell , 7 May 2010.

  • My mother had 3 kids me being the middle child, she started working at 18 and retired from the same company later. I got sick when I was 10, with kidney disease and she always took care of me. She took care of my dad in the early 90s who had lung cancer and was on chemotherapy, during that time she took a week off to give me a kidney. She was exhausted, recovering from surgery and went home to return to take care of my father. The year after that she took care of me again, when I lost my only daughter Heather. Soon after, my maternal grandmother had a stroke and was bed ridden as well. My mom left town to take care of her mother for a long time which took her away from us. I went through another kidney transplant in 2000 that I received from my youngest brother. Mom will turn 71 soon and she is now grieving along with the rest of us from the random murder of my little brother for a little over a year now. She is my rock, best friend and I LOVE HER with all of my heart.

    Posted by terri3017, 7 May 2010.

  • My special mom moment: When I married my husband, I instantly became a mom to four children. I had not had any children of my own. The youngest two children also moved into our home. On the eve of our wedding, the youngest son Julian (age 8) was standing with me at the rehearsal dinner. I was introducing him to friends and family as my stepson. He looked up at me with a doubtful and sad look and said “Do you want to be my “Stepmom”?
    My response was ohhh -- not really.
    I then promptly reintroduced him, “I would like you to meet my Son”! He just beamed. From that moment on the word “Step” has never been used in our house. Being a mom is full of unexpected moments and brings more joy than your heart can hold. I am grateful everyday that I am a mom. By the way, my youngest son, Julian, will soon be 23 and graduating college. Life is wonderful.

    Posted by Lucinda Harton, 7 May 2010.

  • Being a mom means having a second chance at reliving your life through your child. It means seeing the world through fresh, young eyes, experiencing "1sts" as in the first time your toes touched sand, the first time you saw a bubble, when you first noticed clouds or the first time you smelled a rose. Our adult lives have become so rushed and calloused. Having a child and experiencing delight in the simplest things is refreshing. I thank God every day that he gave me a child so that I could see the world the way a child does; with excitement and wonder.

    Cheryl Sorenson

    Posted by Cheryl Sorenson, 7 May 2010.