As a child, I often found myself envious of peers whose mothers actively engaged in school activities, volunteered for art projects, chaperoned field trips, or surprised them with treats during lunch. My own mother, a single parent, was unable to participate in such ways. If circumstances had allowed, she would have eagerly joined in, but her sick days were strictly reserved for when her children were unwell. Working tirelessly as a special education teacher during the day, she dedicated her afternoons and evenings to nurturing my sister and me—two passionate, sensitive, and creative daughters who often demanded her attention. There was no time for her own needs.
This was not the life she envisioned. As a young girl, she dreamed of having a large family and anticipated motherhood with enthusiasm. She envisioned days filled with play, art, and storytelling, expecting to replicate the traditional family structure of her own 1950s upbringing, where a father provided for the household while a mother stayed home with the children. Unfortunately, my father, though kind-hearted, could not fulfill the role she desired. While he struggled to make ends meet, my mother managed most of the childcare. Over time, their differing visions for family life became increasingly apparent, leading to their separation shortly after my younger sister was born.
It wasn’t until I became a mother myself that I fully grasped the sacrifices my mother made. She lived for the first 18 months of my sister’s life off the proceeds from a condo sale, supplemented by government aid and support from her parents, all while wanting to be present during her early years. Even after returning to work, financial stability eluded her, and it took years for her to achieve self-sufficiency. We had our basic needs met, but not much more.
As I approach my eighth year as a primarily full-time mother to my two sons, I feel incredibly fortunate. Despite the challenges of full-time parenting—its monotony, exhaustion, and occasional loneliness—I cherish the time I have with my children. I appreciate my partner, who shares my vision of family life, and we strive to make our budget work despite the financial constraints. My upbringing has taught me that children thrive on parental presence, a fact I hold dear.
While I recognize that not all families aspire to the traditional structure we have, and that many women seek careers outside the home, I am profoundly grateful for the choice I have to stay home or work. Above all, I owe immense gratitude to my mother. Despite financial pressures and fatigue, she was my unwavering support, shaping me into the woman and mother I am today. Her presence provided stability amidst the uncertainties of my childhood.
Now retired after over two decades in education, she continues to support me, often dropping everything to help with my children. At times, I feel guilty asking for assistance, considering her own lack of support in my upbringing. Yet, she finds joy in being involved in our lives. I appreciate that my children are growing up with her, witnessing her in her most relaxed and joyful years. I want them to remember her laughter, her playful spirit, and her resilience. I hope they feel enveloped in her unwavering love.
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In summary, my mother’s sacrifices and unwavering support have left a lasting impact on my life. I am grateful for her presence and the lessons she imparted, and I hope my children will cherish the time they have with her as much as I do.
Keyphrase: Gratitude for Mother
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