Mom taught me a lot too. I'd watch her cooking and cleaning. There were just the two of us kids with Mom most of the time because Dad drove truck on the highway for a while across the prairies, but mostly between Calgary and Vancouver across the rockies. That meant that Mom did the dishes mostly. It didn't help that my OCD was already a problem from childhood and I had problems coping with dirty dishes because of problems coping with partly eaten food and dirty plates. ...but that is another tale.

Still I learned a lot about cooking and even some baking from watching Mom and listening. I also paid attention as she sewed and mended. Mom would take us around the city using public transit when it was time to pay bills. This was when you would go to the phone company, gas company, electric company and bank all individually to pay bills. That meant a trip downtown.

Mom taught other things about caring and how to deal with when other kids did hurtful things and stuff like that too. She taught how to clean cuts and burns, when it was important to go to the Dr, what to do in an emergency. She also made sure we got involved in cubs, scouts, brownies, and guides. (me and my sister, that is)

There were other things we learned from Mom and Dad and our extended families as well.

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As I read the way you reflect on those years in your childhood and the love of your mother as she taught you and your sister lessons in managing life responsibilities, I can only smile and this makes me think of the way I go about doing things as such with my little ones. They too will have fond memories to look on.
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AH, MEMORIES!! I LIKE THE SMILE, YOU MUST FEEL BETTER?