The Post's Cindy Adams with her late mother Jessica Heller. William Miller

Mother of all memories

Every Mother’s Day I print this tribute as a Mother Lover because I never loved any creature — man, woman, two-footed or four-footed — the way I loved my mom.

We came from nothing. Grandparents emigrated from Russia to Lower East Side, Grandma cleaned stoops and took in boarders. Grandpa, a bad tailor, never made a cent. Their baby Jessica, my mother, was born in Liverpool, on their way here.

Each generation improved. Mom, beautiful. English perfect.

Mother liked nothing about the dentist she married — including his teeth — and divorced him after I was born. An executive secretary, she was a single parent.

She later remarried. An insurance man. He became my real father and we all loved one another.

I was always sickly and — no matter what — she was always there.

Mother was beautiful. Me, not. Deciding I needed a little help, she had my nose fixed. Improved my hairline. Made me diet.…