I called her today.

My mom was diagnosed with a later stage of breast cancer a few years back. After a mastectomy, they found it had spread to her lymph nodes. Luckily, we were early on that one, and so, beginning in February, just before her birthday, I began driving her for weekly chemo treatments. As she worsened, I took a break from college to take a temporary full time retail position to help her out. Eventually the doctors said she was finally effectively cured and I returned to class last semester. All seemed well and good until a couple months ago when her levels (I actually forget what they're called, apologies) suggested cancer could've returned, most likely to her bones. So, I don't know if I'm a match or if she'll need it, but I've already volunteered myself for her marrow transplant should it come to that.
And yes, I know, "cancer mom" stories are so easy, but I honestly think this was the best I ever did for her. It just took me over twenty years.

Double post, sorry. Boy am I daft.

My mom was diagnosed with a later stage of breast cancer a few years back. After a mastectomy, they found it had spread to her lymph nodes. Luckily, we were early on that one, and so, beginning in February, just before her birthday, I began driving her for weekly chemo treatments. As she worsened, I took a break from college to take a temporary full time retail position to help her out. Eventually the doctors said she was finally effectively cured and I returned to class last semester. All seemed well and good until a couple months ago when her levels (I actually forget what they're called, apologies) suggested cancer could've returned, most likely to her bones. So, I don't know if I'm a match or if she'll need it, but I've already volunteered myself for her marrow transplant should it come to that.
And yes, I know, "cancer mom" stories are so easy, but I honestly think this was the best I ever did for her. It just took me over twenty years.

You had me at "free throat hugs" HA!

In my country February isnt the month of valentines, but instead is carnival month, and for those very religious catholics, like my mom, that means the beggining of  'quaresma', when one cannot eat meat (other then fish) for 40 days, and with that there are two thigns we normally do in my place, one is a BBQ the day before the 'quaresma' starts, so my mom can eat some nicely done meat whiel she can, and sometimes i do the 'no eating red meat' thing with her, not that i'm religious, but simply because i know that she would appreciate the gesture.

My father-in-law passed away in February 2012. This year, I made sure to get my mother-in-law a Valentine's present so it wouldn't be her first year without a present. The old bat also lives with my husband and I so I can't get much nicer than that! :)

My mom is a professional Scrabble Player so I bought a cheap Scrabble set to make her a valentines card when I was a kid.

I wrote a song for my mom one Valentines day. She cried... not because it was horrible mind you.

We were pretty poor growing up. I'm not talking about homeless or starving, but we were on the lower end of the spectrum. My mom always managed to make holidays and birthdays special. 

My mom's birthday is in February and I had a bit extra after babysitting some coworkers children. I bought her a sweater that she had admired at the mall. It was $50 and it was something I knew she would never buy herself. She was in tears when she opened it.

40 years ago I crawled out of my mother's vagina and made her a mom.

These contest are so much harder now!  And it's not hard because I've never done anything for my mother.  It's hard because my nerdist tendencies will do very little towards my ability to win this.  I will have to use....my heart!

In 1982 my parents were married for about 20ish years. They wanted a kid and for some reason (my mom says it's my dad's fault) they couldn't have one naturally. So, they put in adoption applications to a catholic orphanage/nunnery in PA. Now my mom submitted the paper work in Oct. and in Dec. was told that they weren't excepting out of state applications. My mom had no problem telling off the nun and they were grandfathered in and told to call back in a year. A year to the date my mom called back and asked for an update on her placement on the list for adopters. I was born Dec. 6, 1983 and even though technically I wasn't supposed to leave the foster parents I was living with for 6 months, I was picked up by my folks on 2-14-1984. So, every Valentine's Day we have my 'second' birthday and my mom tells the story on how I became part of the family.

Every year as a little kid I would get my mom Russel Stover chocolate covered cherries. It doesn't sound like a big deal, but before I could drive, I had to go to great lengths to figure out ways to get them without her knowing. We lived way out in the country, so I couldn't just ride my bike to the corner store, I had to put in some effort.

This is my saddest story:

I saw Titanic. In a theatre. On Valentine's Day. With my mom.

A couple years back, my mom got tickets to see a performer from her childhood. She had planned to go with her beau for valentines. Unfortunately, for me, they split two weeks before the show. None of her friends were willing to go with her. Now, I'm a grunge & heavy metal guy, but I found myself sitting in a theater, on valentines, watching Donny Osmond, with my mother.

My mother hated my girlfriend (well deserved btw) and in February of 2007 I broke up said gf and traded up to the wonderful woman I am now married too. Giving my mom the daughter she always wanted and removing the girl she couldn't stand.

WARNING: This isn't exactly a happy or amusing story. It's long and sad, so you've been warned.

When I was ten years old, my dad died from cancer. Naturally, I took it pretty hard, but for my mom, it was  even worse.

You see, she had been in a previous marriage that could only be described as a fucking nightmare. Her husband was a jealous and paranoid man that mentally abused both her and my three half-brothers that were born from that marriage. He'd do thing like install pad locks on the outside doors of their house to ensure that they couldn't leave when he'd go to work or destroy any clothes that my mom might buy for herself becausehe thought they were presents from an imaginary suitor that was trying to steal her away. She only found the courage to leave him when she found a gun that he had hidden in the house and she thought the he would eventually end up using it on her and my half-brothers.

After a few unsuccessful relationships with some slightly-less abusive men, she ended up meeting my father. Now, he was far from a saint, but he treated he far better than any of the men in her previous relationships had. A few years after becoming a couple, they had a happy little accident in the form of me. Apparently, they thought this was great, despite being in the mid-forties. My dad had several children from his previous marriage, but he'd worked very long hours to support them, so he never really got to spend much time with them. My mom never really got to enjoy raising her sons when they were younger because much of her time was spent trying to appease her first husband. I was sort of their second chance to have a more "normal" familiy, for lack of a better word.

My parents did their level best to give me the happiest childhood that they could, and they did an excellent job of it. My dad would constantly tease and aggravate my mom, and my mom would give as good as she got. One of the things that he loved to annoy her with was the fact that she was a few months older than him, and for the four months out of the year that she was older he'd give her all kinds of hell about being older or being a cradle robber. Then when his birthday would roll around on February 28, she would give him crap about finally catching up.

Life was pretty good until my dad was first diagnosed. A year after his diagnosis, he'd gone through more rounds of radiation and chemo than I can remember. He put on a brave face and did his damndest to hide how much he was suffering, but it was still obvious that he was losing. As he neared the end of his life, he'd sometimes joke with my mom when he thought I couldn't hear him. One time when she was crying I heard him say to her that he'd at least make it until his birthday so that she wouldn't have to bear the shame of being cradle-robbing widow. She managed to laugh a bit despite her tears. He died two weeks later on January 14, forty-four days shy of his birthday.

So there was my mom who had just lost the love of her life, with a kid to raise and no job. The next few years were a struggle as she struggled through nursing school while we survived on the money from my dad's life insurance. Eventually, she graduated and got a good paying job and life became a little easier. She rarely complained and she did her best to ensure that rest of my youth was a happy as it could be.

The date of my father's death tended to instill more anger in her than sorrow—that was reserved for the end of February, when my dad's birthday was imminent.

When I was fifteen I was finally becoming mature enough to realize just exactly what it was that my mom had lost. By this time I'd heard the stories from my half-brothers about what crazed and paranoid control freak her first husband had been and how she'd never laughed when they were younger. That year, as February approached, she seemed especially depressed. In my dumb teenage brain, I decided that she needed some kind of token to show her how much I understood her grief.

The day of my dad's birthday, I went to the bakery section of one of the local grocery stores and bought one of those shitty premade birthday cakes. I also bought a tube of chocolate writing frosting and cake decorations that consisted of two little plastic marathon runners, a male and a female.

When I got home, I used a lighter to soften the plastic on the female runner and shaped her so that she looked like she was standing with her arms crossed. I put her on the the cake after I made a finish line with a broken ribbon out of two birthday candles and a stand of Christmas tinsel. I put the male runner just crossing the finish line. Then, thinking myself terribly clever,  I wrote, "Better LATE Than Never!!!" on it in chocolate frosting. I left the cake on the island in the kitchen and went into the living room to watch TV.

When my mother got home from work a few minute later, I told her that I had a surprise for her. When she she looked at the cake, she had a puzzled expression at first, then when she realized it was supposed to be a birthday cake for my dad she started getting teary-eyed. When she asked what the writing meant, I told her that by celebrating his birthday, she wasn't a cradle-robbing widow anymore.

That was the hardest that she has ever hugged my in my life.

For anyone else, it would have probably been a creepy reminder. For my mom, it was the best thing I ever gave her.

I miss my mom so much :-(

My mother is an emotionally crippled woman who uses people until they drop her or until she has no other need for them. Despite knowing this, I gave her a roof over her head, and she still has the balls to ask me to buy her cigarettes. I guess the nicest thing I ever did for her was invite her to my February 14th wedding. Despite saying she would come, she didn't show up.

I won her a stuffed Chewbacca doll from a raffle at the comic shop.

I sent her a whole bunch of videos of my daughter singing ska songs with cleaned up lyrics.

Last year I sent her an MMS picture of my junk.

I was taking a bunch of stuff she'd be hounding me to get rid of for years - old record players, broken computer monitors, etc - and I knew she'd be happy to see that it was getting done.

I told her where I was hiding her insulin last week.

A few years ago, my mom was going through a break-up and was lonley so I bought her a porno movie.

One of the nicest things I did for my mother is never made her judge our ramblings for these contests.  What did your fiance do to you that you would seek such revenge?

Back when I was in Elementary school I decided to get my mother something she would never get for herself. So I caught a blue jay, chewed off its head and left the body in her slipper. For some reason this upset her, but fortunately she blamed it on the cat.

This was so long ago I may be remembering the specifics incorrectly.

Well, a few years ago, when I was around 13,  I was saving up for a new PSP, when I was at the store, my parents told me that it seemed like a lot for a new PSP when I could get a PS2 for around half that much. After a while, I decided to get the PS2, and give the money for my mom, whose birthday was coming up. I gave her 100 dollars.

gave her the grandaughter she never thought she'd have.

I did not give her any unwanted Grandchildren... then again, I'd need to get laid to do that... and I'd need to get a girlfriend to try and get into her pants on May to give her V-Day Grandchildren...

The nicest thing I did for my mother was not die when my appendicitis incision became crazy infected. She also got to stuff the open wound in my abdomen with gauze every day while I healed from the inside out, punch a doctor in the face when he pinned my tiny 10 year old girl body down and ripped my infected incision wiiiide open with a medical swab, and spend her nights in the hospital with me. Best Feb.

The nicest thing i did for my mom was bought her a christmas present that me and my brother split, it was a computer cost a grand, and well her computer now is better then mine and all i do is game, how this relates to February?  I helped her set it up a couple days ago because our basement got flooded so there was no place to put it, and i also just paid my brother back for the money i still owed for the present since i aint got no job.

When I lived at home, every Valentine's Day Dad would get two bouquets of flowers, one for me and one for mom.  I would put mine in a vase and take them into my room so that my Mom didn't have to worry about the cat eating them and puking them up on the living room floor.  I figure that's pretty nice ^_^

The nicest thing I do for my mom every February is send her a Valentines Day card, even though I utterly hate the day. I usually get a card that has a subversive tone to it, only to let her know that just because I'm being nice doesn't mean I'm completely sappy.

I became my mother's first child in the month of February! Kicked my way out of her womb in the middle of a blizzard! I say it's a great thing, because 28 years later, she frequently tells me how she wishes that my teenaged sisters were more like I was growing up. I was a laid back, easy maintenance kid.

I once promised my mother that if I ever went on a killing spree I'd make her first.  You know, so she wouldn't have to worry about when I was getting to her.  

I didn't take my parents divorce in 1983 very well and ended up not talking to my mom for just over two years. (I was young and stupid, at least I've grown out of the young part.)  So back in 1986 my sister told me that Mom was getting remarried and that I should be there. Long story short I ended up walking my Mom down the aisle and giving her away at her request (To a man I later learned to love and respect as well, he truly loves and cares for my Mom.). I've regretted those lost two years and have tried to make it up to her, and myself ever since. She didn't get remarried in February, but I'd have to say the nicest thing I've ever done for my mother was to put myself back into her life, although I am the one who has really benefited from that act. She is a class act. If she called while I was writing this and needed something, I'd drop everythi

The only thing I can think of that I did for my mom specifically in February was to go with her a tour of college campuses out of state. This was an AWESOME thing b/c 1) it was a mother-daughter trip and we got to spend quality time together and 2) my mother is an educational consultant and used her children as guinea pigs to apply to colleges and do campus tours. I had to apply to a minimum of 3 in-state private schools, 3 in-state public schools, 3 out-of-state private schools, and 3 out-of-state public schools. We took a trip in February of my senior year to visit the campus of my top choice and I let my mother drag me around other schools that I hadn’t even applied to WITHOUT whining and with giving good, constructive comments, which considering I was your typical self-absorbed 17-yr old was pretty nice of me.

8 years ago my mother had to go in for an emergency hysterectomy when my father was away on a business trip. I dove to her house carried her down the stairs (she is no small woman), got her in the car and got her to the nearest hospital. She said she wanted to go to a different hospital further away. I took her. She had her surgery and had a 2 weeks of recovery. Everyday for the entire visiting hours I was there by her side. I brought her flowers and a stuffed animal every day I could. When I was with her I helped her walk around, with the bathroom (I will leave out details there) and when they released her I took her home. The next week I came over every night and made her dinner. Granted all she could eat was soup. Then clean her bandaged areas. And on Valentine's day I brought her a gift box of candy and put it in the freezer till she could eat it again. And I would do it again in a heartbeat!

I took my mom out to a movie, brought her to a fancy restaurant for her favorite (Lobster), left my phone at home, and did not argue once each time she said she wanted to pay. Of course for the next dozen of times we did go out I went around her back and gave the server my credit card so she could not pay. Now she will not let me out of her sight if were are in a restaurant. 

My mom just had surgery on her foot and can't walk so I brought over all my gameboys and games. I taught her how to play and even bought her a handful more. Now she's not bored sitting around.

This post makes me hungry... what to have, what to have... I KNOW!

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