My mom is, and always has been, supportive of her children, and unconditionally loving. She didn't have an easy time - we didn't have much money, but she could take the small of amount that she had and turn it into something beautiful. And she does it without grumbling or worrying, which is so unlike me!! In ten minutes, I kid you not, while I'm whining and worrying about whether I put enough coffee into the coffee maker, or maybe I should add more, or will that be too strong, whine whine, she will have made a potato salad and set the table, and stuck a magnolia flower into a bowl of water as a centerpiece. She's very capable, but not aggressively so - just quietly productive and artistic and beautiful, in a way that doesn't ask for thanks or praise. If she ever dies (I've heard that happens, but I refuse to believe it), I will be lost.
I could go on for pages. I love her.