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When I was growing up, my family was not well off. My parents were divorced and my mother did not work and had Multiple Sclerosis. She had trouble walking and went from a cane to a walker and finally to a wheelchair. She did not drive.
My mom did get some child support from my dad but I also remember she would sew me some clothes or get me clothes from the thrift stores. During the holidays, we would get food baskets and toys from the Salvation Army. I’m pretty sure we were on food stamps and welfare too.
We also moved around a lot to different apartments. There were four of us. My two brothers shared a bedroom and I shared a bedroom with my mom. These weren’t the best apartments either...I remember one being infested with cockroaches and another one, where there was some domestic violence in the apartment below. My mom never owned a house. When I was a teen, one of my brothers bought a house and we lived with him.
Flash forward 30 years or so and I feel that my two boys are in a much better place thankfully. They have both parents, we live in a house, and don’t lack food. Everyone is healthy and I work. My husband stays home with the kids to save on daycare. Since my oldest was born 7 years ago, we’ve only moved once. Both of our sons have their own rooms. Yes, I feel that both of my sons have a pretty good life. I still shop at thrift stores for them since you can find pretty good clothing at very inexpensive prices and money is pretty tight since we have only one income. We rarely eat out...we just cook something at home.
This holiday season I’m thankful for our health, our home, my family, and their love. Money can’t buy the most precious gifts like love, health, and happiness.