You know I was just thinking about my mom. She was a lot. She was a constant source of stress as I got older. You know what though, she was a single mom with me till I was seven. Got divorced shortly after I was born. My dad, her husband, especially at the time SSUCCKED. Like sucked so much that he kidnapped my sister from elementary school and took her to Michigan. There was a period of time when I lived at a woman’s shelter with her. Thank God for my financially secure grandmother.
So let’s take a step back… my mom had to stay up late with me by herself while I was probably inconsolable. She had to wake up with me. Every single problem I had, she had to fix. She had no real income. Was in school trying to get her master’s in library science so she could get a good job. While fighting against an intense abusive source (my dad) who was actively working against her. Let’s also not forget the pre-existing mental issues.
So here I am raising both of you. For all meaningful definitions well off. Done with school. Incredibly flexible job. Stay at home mom with nearby family. Also, you know your mom and I love each other and work well as a team. Own a house. Work benefits that give so much support. It’s just easy mode. So you know (my) Mom, I don’t think I truly appreciated the hill you had to climb, till I climbed it myself. You climbed Everest, I took a chair lift up at a ski resort.
