@TheyIndeed I'm so sorry your relationship with your mum is not what you want it to be.
My mum is 91, born in 1931, and dealt with evacuation, being a surrogate mum to 2 younger sisters, her parents' marriage breaking up (massive shaming event in the 1940s), her father refusing to pay the fees for the medicine degree course for which she had won a place, and then moving to London in her 20s, taking a secretarial course and creating a life for herself from scratch.
She has always had utter confidence that my sister and I could achieve anything we set our mind to and this confidence was infectious - we came to believe it too! She is a listener, not an arguer; a supporter, not a detractor; a calmer, not a catastrophiser. 'There is always a way, we just have to find it' is her catch phrase.
When I had PND after each child, she was there as a practical support and also helped me to fall in love with my children - something that for me did not come as an instant wave. Whenever they are pissing me off, she reminds me of their good points, but would never think to undermine me to them.
When my dad died after 49 years of their marriage, she found time within her own grief to comfort us and to individually answer the hundreds of letters that poured in from his friends.
She sends Greggs vouchers to her grandson, but M&S food vouchers to the grand daughter who is now doing the medicine degree.
When we arrived for tea today, she put out the cakes each of us likes, remembered to ask both son in laws about recent job events, appreciated the 3 pieces I fitted into her jigsaw and the cards sent by the grandchildren.
One day she won't be here, and I will miss her so much.