She was a great mother when my sisters and I were little. Exactly what a good mother would be. She was loving and caring. She read with us every day, she walked us to school, packed lunches, cooked healthy dinners every night. I don't really need to list it all, you get the idea. Most importantly though, she was happy. It's funny how basic and important that is, yet it's passed over in favor of discussion on more complex ideas about being a mother. She was genuinely happy to be have children. She was happy with my dad, and our family. That single thing really came through in everything she did.