Happy Birthday to My Mother
This post is a couple of days late, but I’m ok with that since last week I actually flew to NY, hopped a train and had dinner for my mother for her birthday. My mother, as she will freely admit, was not always a perfect mother. There was nothing resembling Leave it to Beaver in the home I grew up in as a child. But it was a heck of a hard job to raise a family as a single mother in the 1970’s. My mother, a woman with a high school education, worked incredibly hard to keep food on the table, clothes on our back and to make sure we had the things that were necessary for us to survive. She made education a huge priority in our lives and that education has helped me have an incredibly blessed life.
In the 70’s, when the economy tanked my mother lost her job, so she hustled. She spent time on unemployment, she ran an day care in our home. We lived for a time, insanely close to the edge, but she never let us go over that edge, no matter what it took. I will always be insanely grateful to my mother for that effort. So happy birthday mother and thank you for all you have done!
you are welcome it was a labor of love i don’t regretanyof it i am so glad my pushing has made your life as good as it has been i was blessed with you, maureen and mark