A Student Response From:
I think back to my childhood and all my mom did to give me and my siblings a better experience then she had growing up. I remember the three jobs my mom worked to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. I remember going to my older brother and asking why she was always working and feeling sad that she wasn’t going to be home that night. But I never felt like we were poor till I got older. When I started to feel self-conscious about wearing my sister’s hand-me-downs or inviting friends over to the trailer we lived in. It wasn’t till I was older that I really began to appreciate all the sacrifice my mom made for us growing. The experience I had growing up might not have included a big house or going out every night for dinner or going on vacations during the summer, but it was an experience that I took for granted. It was my story to live and learn to love, it was a story written and filled by the sacrifices and love of my mother. We all have a story to tell all different but they all have lessons to teach us.