Growing up, I often envied my friends whose mothers were the life of the school events—crafting masterpieces during art projects, chaperoning field trips, or sneaking in extra cookies during lunch (as I imagined). My mom was a single parent who would have gladly taken on those roles but instead poured her heart and soul into caring for my sister and me after a long day teaching special education. There simply weren’t enough hours in the day for her to spare.
This wasn’t the life she envisioned. As a little girl, she dreamt of having eight kids, envisioning a world filled with playdates, art supplies, and story time. She imagined a traditional family structure, with a supportive husband and a home where she could nurture her children. Unfortunately, my dad struggled to fulfill that vision. He was a kind man, but his aspirations led him away from the role my mom needed him to fill.
When I was still young, they split up, and I later learned that my mom faced tough times, living off the sale of our condo and relying on government assistance and family help to get by. She wanted to be there for my sister as she had been for me, but returning to work was a challenge, and money was always tight. Despite the hardships, we had everything we needed—just not much more.
Now, as I embrace my role as a mostly full-time mom to my two boys, I feel incredibly fortunate. Yes, some days are long and lonely, but being present for my kids feels like a gift. I cherish the moments when my husband walks through the door at the end of a tough day. We may not have extra cash to splurge, but I know that what kids truly need is the love and presence of their parents.
Of course, I recognize that not every family can—or wants to—follow the same path. Some women yearn for careers outside the home, and for many families, it’s not feasible for one parent to stay home. I’m thankful I have the option to choose between staying home or working.
Most importantly, I am endlessly grateful for my mother. Despite the financial strain and exhaustion, she was my steadfast support. She did her best with what she had, and her love shaped me into the woman and mother I am today. I always knew she’d be there for me, a constant in my otherwise tumultuous childhood.
Now, retired after two decades in education, she still supports my family. She drops everything to help with my kids, which sometimes makes me feel guilty, considering how little help she had back then. But she finds great joy in being with us, and I couldn’t be happier that my children get to create memories with her. I want them to experience her laughter and warmth, to see her play the guitar and roll around on the floor with them. Her strength and unwavering love are treasures I want them to carry with them.
In summary, I am immensely thankful for my mother, whose love and resilience have been the bedrock of my life. I hope my children grow to appreciate her as much as I do.
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