Lockport Union-Sun & Journal —
Remember the troubles I had with seventh grade science? I was coming home with too many D’s, despite my best efforts. Biology still isn’t my strong suit, but thanks to you sitting down with me for about 45 minutes every night to review my assignments my grades improved. They were mostly in the mid-70s,but it was better than the 65s and 68s I was getting. Thankfully, earth science in eighth grade was a breeze and I was consistently bringing home 90s in that class.
When my brother went away for college, I took over mowing the lawn and shoveling the driveway for our elderly neighbors. I soon added a few other lawns, and was making some pretty decent money for a junior high school kid. Money earned from those odd jobs — which I kept through high school — was socked away in a savings account. You made sure of that. It’s too bad that most children today don’t understand the value of these jobs, and the labor department frowns on such “child labor,” but that’s a column for another day.
In high school, as my freedom grew and I went out on the weekends with my friends, you’d sometimes give me some extra spending money. That trend continued into college where the money was used as often for beer (but not until I was 21, wink wink) as it was for food and books.
Cook, nurse, chauffeur, protector, disciplinarian, teacher, business advisor, ATM machine. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. You’ve always been there for me, Mom, and you still are. Although I thank you, it never seems to be enough. But thanks again, Mom.
And I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.