And where do you remember your mum?
What immediately springs to mind when I think of my mum in my childhood, is her gardening, or at her sewing table, or surrounded by piles of stuff at the dining table (which she used as her office when she worked from home).
I think my dc will remember me in the kitchen, because whenever we come home I head straight for it, and have to just get this on, or that prepared, etc etc, before I can play with them.