I sometimes call my mother Birdie as she eats so little, or Audie, or just plain Mom. My mother Audra is a survivor and then some. She and Dad raised all four of us as if we were only children...always there for anything important in our lives. Beth and I are driving up to see her today. Mom is 86 and lives in a care residence. I will never equal my mother, can only aspire to be the best Mom I can be to my kids. Mom was home with us when we were young and all her life kept an immaculate house, especially her domain, the kitchen. We had a hot meal on the table each night, clean IRONED clothes in our closets and fresh underclothing, clean sheets on our beds each week, no dust bunnies under our beds, etc. She would wake us every Saturday morning with the sound of the vacuum cleaner. The most I ever remember doing was to wash windows, dust or help with dishes. Dad had a business reversal which one day I will explain, so Mom went back to work as office supervisor at our local hospital. She ...