How much does she love me? In her own way I believe she loves me quite a bit. I recall this particular time when I was a young child (mind you this was in the 70s) my class had been punished and we had to write something 500 times or we couldn't go to the circus.

That night I had fallen asleep crying because I was barely able to do 200. When I woke up the next morning, I had discovered that my mother had not only finished my assignment but she had collect about almost $5 in change (which in that day and age was a nice sum) in case I wanted to buy something while I was at the circus.

One of my happiest childhood memories.