she taught me:

to touch the bottle mouth to the glass and save the last drop from rolling down the side
to use the back end of a teaspoon to scoop out congealed ketchup
to snip off just the right length of Sellotape when wrapping presents
to not let the last few drops fall on the floor when I use the boys' room
to write 'O's anticlockwise
to repair torn trouser seats and dangly buttons on my own
to swallow pills of all shapes and sizes with impunity (I was a very sickly child)
to pay attention to detail whether I am dusting furniture or suturing wounds
to admit defeat with grace and not be a sore loser
to not be happy with mediocrity
to never look at the person behind me in skills or achievements
to distinguish intellectual stagnation from personal satisfaction
to do the best with what I have
to always find ways of improving what I do
to aim for the stars without fear
to put family before all else

all I can add to her list is:
to be as good a son as I can ever hope to be