I love my mother. There is no reason that three kids who grew up as poor as we did should feel as spoiled as we do. As the youngest child of a divorced mother of three with little-to-no child support there is no reason I should have had the entire Ninja Turtles line whose limbs I felt were interchangeable, or a Nintendo Entertainment System with games that sometimes doubled as projectiles, or a bike that I never put away until it got stolen (I had a computer too, but I think I treated that pretty well). I never saw any clues that we could barely afford these things.
There is no reason I should grown up thinking I was doing well in school. I never did homework or projects, I was never respectful to teachers that didn't deserve it (and a fair number of teachers do not). I was never good with guidelines or structures, I got accepted into the G.A.T.E. program only to be kicked the next year, only to be accepted back the year after that. I didn't realize that the whole time my mother was fighting for me, meeting with teachers, volunteering at the school to make sure I was being treated respectfully (I still don't like Mrs. Fry), meeting with principals and school councilors. I never realized how many times I barely scraped by, how close I was to getting held back, only to be saved by my mother behind the scenes.
I am lucky to have the mother that I have. I am lucky to be so spoiled.
Mother I love you. Happy Mother's Day.