Me too! I idolized my mother for her personality, her talent, her character, etc., but not her appearance. Sure, my mom was a nice looking woman, but it wasn't really something I paid my attention to, certainly not her clothing or hair or whatever. Except for her hands . . . I can remember looking at her hands; they were beautiful and I still can see them when I think about them. I think it is because I spent so much time watching her play the organ, watching her sew, watching her crochet . . . She was always one to give us a supportive, gentle pat on our hands with her hands.