I dunno what type my mother is. But..
1. She loves babies and kids. I don't think she intended to be a mother when she first became one.. but I'm sure she's happy she did. She put her life on hold for nearly 20 years to raise us before shooting for her dream job, which she got to do for a short while.
2. She loves girly stuff. Dresses, make up, decorating the house, shopping, etc. She's like a pig in mud. We have wars constantly over when we can put up christmas stuff, because if she had it her way, it'd be up by August.
3. She loves holidays. Lord forbid we don't dye Easter eggs for easter even though we're all grown adults now. I think she'd really kill me in my sleep if we didn't have a christmas tree decorated a week before christmas at the very latest. She's.... coming arround to Halloween
But slowly. She likes the cuter decor, whereas I like the gorey, horrifying decor.
4. She's a worrier. She spent nearly the entire time at the hospital with both my sisters while they were having their babies. Entirely unnecessary, but she did. She cried when I went to NEW JERSEY for training, before I left on deployment. The poor thing probably gave herself gray hairs about my enlisting into the army.
5. She makes no logical sense sometimes. "Because I said so" "Because I like it", etc. are her choice phrases. She really liked those growing up. She still doesn't make any sense to me. We argue about things like portion sizes for meals because she'll sneak in and cook for an army when we're only feeding 3 people.
6. She's awesomely supportive and open minded. If I had ever said "Mom, Im gay", "Mom, I'm really a man", "Mom, I wanna be an elephant when I grow up", I think she would have been a bit put off at first, but she would never have turned her back on me, and she'd be supportive of me.
Although I am not like her at all personality wise.. I could think of no better person to raise me than her paired with my father. She gave me the room and the freedom to be my own person, and never much complained even though I knew it hurt her when I was looking for my identity growing up and distanced myself from her for a short while. We're close now. We talk all the time.. how much I let her into my life is limited, but it's limited in the same way it is for everyone, friends and family alike.. not because she's my mother or her in particular.