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Hello all. Today is Mother's Day, so in honor of that, here are some ASOIAF characters' thinking about their moms

Jon

> Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly. He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind. (Jon III, AGoT)

> Even his own mother had not had a place for him. The thought of her made him sad. He wondered who she had been, what she had looked like, why his father had left her. Because she was a whore or an adulteress, fool. Something dark and dishonorable, or else why was Lord Eddard too ashamed to speak of her? (Jon V, AGoT)

> I will ask him about my mother, he resolved. I am a man now, it is past time he told me. Even if she was a whore, I don't care, I want to know. (Jon VII, AGoT)

> He fathered a bastard, a small voice whispered inside him. Where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of her? He will not even speak her name. (Jon VII, AGoT)

> Jon hesitated. He wanted to say that Lord Eddard would never dishonor himself, not even for love, yet inside a small sly voice whispered, He fathered a bastard, where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of his duty to her, he will not even say her name. (Jon VIII, AGoT)

> I have no place, Jon wanted to say, I'm a bastard, I have no rights, no name, no mother, and now not even a father. The words would not come. "I don't know." (Jon IX, AGoT)

> "The mountain is your mother," Stonesnake had told him during an easier climb a few days past. "Cling to her, press your face up against her teats, and she won't drop you." Jon had made a joke of it, saying how he'd always wondered who his mother was, but never thought to find her in the Frostfangs. (Jon VI, ACoK)

> She smiled again, a flash of white teeth. "And she never sung you the song o' the winter rose?"

> "I never knew my mother. Or any such song." (Jon VI, ACoK)

Sansa and Catelyn

> She had promised herself she would be a lady, gentle as the queen and as strong as her mother, the Lady Catelyn (Sansa IV, AGoT)

> She knew the hymn; her mother had taught it to her once, a long time ago in Winterfell. (Sansa V, ACoK)

> Was there ever a wedding less joyful? she wondered, until she remembered her poor Sansa and her marriage to the Imp. Mother take mercy on her. She has a gentle soul. (Catelyn VII, ASoS)

> If Lady was here, I would not be afraid. Lady was dead, though; Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, her father, her mother, even Septa Mordane. All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now. (Sansa IV, ASOS)

> "I . . . I could call myself after my mother . . ." (Sansa VI, ASoS)

> "No." My mother is dead, she wanted to shriek. She was your own sister, and she's dead. "She didn't. She wouldn't." (Sansa VII, ASOS)

Arya and Catelyn

> She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon . . . but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. (Arya I, ACoK)

> And her lady mother, what would she say? Would she still want her back, after all the things she'd done? (Arya IV, ASOS)

> She wanted Riverrun, not Acorn Hall; she wanted her mother and her brother Robb, not Lady Smallwood or some uncle she never knew. (Arya VIII, ASoS)

> In that one she was always looking for her mother, stumbling through a wasted land of mud and blood and fire. It was always raining in that dream, and she could hear her mother screaming, but a monster with a dog's head would not let her go save her. (Cat of the Canals, AFfC)

> There were no more Freys riding out. I came so far. "We have to go get my mother." (Arya XI, ASoS)

> The thought left Arya feeling empty. It was her mother she wanted, not her mother's sister. (Arya XII, ASoS)

Rickon and Catelyn

> Rickon was to his right, his mop of shaggy auburn hair grown so long that it brushed his ermine mantle. He had refused to let anyone cut it since their mother had gone. The last girl to try had been bitten for her efforts. (Bran III, ACoK)

> "Tell Robb I want him to come home," said Rickon. "He can bring his wolf home too, and Mother and Father." (Bran V, ACoK)

> "I want Mother," he said. "I want her. And Shaggydog too." (Bran VI, ACoK)

Bran and Catelyn

> It tasted of honey, of new-fallen snow, of pepper and cinnamon and the last kiss his mother ever gave him. (Bran III, ADwD)

> Bran hated being crippled then. "Don't cry," he said. He wanted to put his arms around her, hold her tight the way his mother used to hold him back at Winterfell when he'd hurt himself. (Bran III, ADwD)

Robb and Catelyn

> "Mother!" he said, his voice thick with emotion.

> Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms and hold him so tightly that he would never come to harm (Catelyn VIII, AGoT)

> "I will tell you true, Brienne. I do not know. My son may be a king, but I am no queen . . . only a mother who would keep her children safe, however she could." (Catelyn V, ACoK)

> "Children are a battle of a different sort." Catelyn started across the yard. "A battle without banners or warhorns, but no less fierce. Carrying a child, bringing it into the world . . . your mother will have told you of the pain . . ." (Catelyn VI, ACoK)

Catelyn and Minisa

> When she looked up at the Mother again, it was her own mother she saw. Lady Minisa Tully had died in childbed, trying to give Lord Hoster a second son. The baby had perished with her, and afterward some of the life had gone out of Father. She was always so calm, Catelyn thought, remembering her mother's soft hands, her warm smile. If she had lived, how different our lives might have been. She wondered what Lady Minisa would make of her eldest daughter, kneeling here before her. (Catelyn IV, ACoK)

Samwell and Melessa

> He tried to make himself remember his mother, or his little sister Talla (Samwell I, ASoS)

> Sam's last thoughts were for the mother who had loved him and the father he had failed. (Samwell III, ASoS)

Lysa and Sweetrobin

> Lady Lysa seemed pleased by that. "A man will tell you poison is dishonorable, but a woman's honor is different. The Mother shaped us to protect our children, and our only dishonor is in failure. You'll know that, when you have a child."

Theon and Alannys

> Her mother's skin had been parchment thin, her long hair white. Some pride remained in the way she held her head, but her eyes were dim and cloudy, and her mouth had trembled when she asked after Theon. "Did you bring my baby boy?" she had asked. Theon had been ten years old when he was carried off to Winterfell a hostage, and so far as Lady Alannys was concerned he would always be ten years old, it seemed. (The Kraken's Daughter, AFfC)

> So she went. To Ten Towers first, to bid farewell to her mother. "It may be a long while before I come again," Asha warned her. Lady Alannys had not understood. "Where is Theon?" she asked. "Where is my baby boy?" (The Wayward Bride, ADwD)

Cersei and Joffrey

> Cersei herself was still in black, as a sign of mourning for her murdered firstborn. His widow might be pleased to laugh and drink and dance and put all memory of Joff aside, but his mother would not forget him so easily.

Cersei and Tommen

> I was never so sweet and innocent, Cersei thought. How can he ever hope to rule in this cruel realm? The mother in her wanted only to protect him; the queen in her knew he must grow harder, or the Iron Throne was certain to devour him.

> Cersei gathered him up in her arms and kissed him on his brow. "What's that for, Mother? Why are you crying?"

> Because you're safe, she wanted to tell him. Because no harm will ever come to you. "You are mistaken. A lion never cries." (Cersei X, AFfC)