While most people have memories of special meals or gifts with their mom, I will always remember a "special" time in my life more than any other. My parents demanded that we do well in school and we always did, until "Dana the engineer" hit the eighth grade. My mother came home one night after a parent-teacher conference so mad that my father had to step in. It seems I forgot to tell my mom that I had failed multiple grammar tests and was about to fail that subject completely. For the first time in my life, I got an E (old school grading) on my report card.
For the rest of the year, every Thursday night my mother and I spent hours going over and over my grammar homework until I was able to get an A. I did not miss another answer for the next two grading periods. Straight from failing to an A in one grading period.
In case I have never said it enough ..... Thanks Mom!