My one word would be "strong" - she brought up 6 children alone with very little money.

 What a GREAT question, Matador! I'm going to have to give this some more thought and will return to leave/add on to this response in a bit! :)

Update 9/24/07: Ok, I had to think about this, and finally fudged here a little; I could only do this by using ONE word for each kind of stage of my life... I hope this is still alright.

When I was 5: Goddess. She was my WHOLE world, able to do ANYTHING and with a love that was felt eternal and whole and all-encompassing. I believed her word was the absolute truth about everything. She knew all, was all, and took my breath away with her loveliness and her sweet voice. I would have done anything for her, and I tried to. (Unfortunately I almost burned down the house when I tried to iron her apron, and I got in 'trouble' at at summer bible school at this age because I was the only one in a room of 100 kids who raised my hand when asked "who loves their mommy more than Jesus..." :)

When I was 10: Devoted. No matter what, she was there, doing her absolute best to love and care for her children. Always, painstakingly, self-sacrficingly.

When I was 13: Sad. In tears much of the time. My heart broke for her, and I wanted so much to be able to take her tears away.

When I was 15: Strict! Wow, she was very afraid for me being in the world. I was afraid I couldn't be. We butted heads constantly.

When I was 18: Tentative. Still afraid for me and my siblings, though always there to lend a hand.

When I was 25: Disappointed. Wanting to see her life and the lives of me and my siblings be nothing but the absolute best, I think the reality of her own and our shortcomings as human beings was disappointing to her. Still she stayed strong and hopeful.

When I was married and raising my own family: Supportive. Always there, trying to see the best in me. Loving my children and reaching out to us to give whatever she could in terms of her love.

When my Dad died: Afraid. She had defined herself in terms of the men in her life all her life. When my father died, she didn't know she could continue to live as herself. She found she could...

Now: Lovely. Her tenderness, her compassion, her giving, her capacity to forgive, her love is the never-failing kind. I watch her and see the impact on the world she makes with her kindness, and wish I could find the words that could tell her this properly. I find I am short on these words. I admire her, love her, respect her, though I am certain she doesn't know the extent... Everyday I am grateful for her -- that I got to be her daughter. I miss our time together!

 Mother is a lively invention of god. Who takes lots of pain to give birth to us. Stands by us when we are in trouble

 Silly
because she works too hard to get jobs done around the house

 My mom is the best mom in this whole world. She's someone who completes me. She's the best she's perfect.

 Love.
Mom is the perfect example of what love is and how it should be given.

 Schizophrenic - one minute shes really nice next she turns into an ogre, shes a bit of a nutter!

 .visible god.(since she is the only person who give birth to us,teaches us ,built us in right way without expecting any thing from us.)

 That is a great question! Since im a mom myself i often think what my kids think of me? If i had to describe my mom in one word i would have to say "Strong". The reason for this is because as a child my mother went through a lot, a divorce from my dad who cheated other contuiously, she finally said no more. She then was a single mother of 2 my older brother and i. Then she remarried to my now step dad who is 8 years younger than herself. Then he cheated on my mom after then having two more kids. Now they have worked this out. Im very thankful for this, my dad now is a great man. But strong is the word. To go through all of that twice in a life time takes a strong person to get through it and make it work. "My Mom is Strong"!
Thank you

 Excellent! I love my mom and she is definitely excellent!

 In just one word, I would desire to describe my beloved mother as my “confidante.” Really, she is the one with whom I can talk about anything…literally anything. She is ever present to unravel and solve my quandaries and dilemmas. She is the one who has bestowed me with 100% confidence and well as complete freedom and independence.

 Weird ,,,,,,,she has strange way of showing all her kids she loves them