Many of us who survived nontraditional childhoods in the 50s and 60s came out of it hurting, but stronger and determined to not repeat the mistakes they endured.
My mother left while I was at school in first grade. No goodbye and she took my toddler brother. I came home to find my father there that afternoon. For almost a year I lived wit…
Many of us who survived nontraditional childhoods in the 50s and 60s came out of it hurting, but stronger and determined to not repeat the mistakes they endured.
My mother left while I was at school in first grade. No goodbye and she took my toddler brother. I came home to find my father there that afternoon. For almost a year I lived with relatives across the state. My mother spent the next 12 years until I was 18 offering enticements and begging me to tell the judge I wanted to live with her. I declined. I always had a hard time finding a Mother’s Day card for her.
I was blessed that my father remarried and my stepmother was the true mother I’d never had. Today we celebrate her at age 95!
Many of us who survived nontraditional childhoods in the 50s and 60s came out of it hurting, but stronger and determined to not repeat the mistakes they endured.
My mother left while I was at school in first grade. No goodbye and she took my toddler brother. I came home to find my father there that afternoon. For almost a year I lived with relatives across the state. My mother spent the next 12 years until I was 18 offering enticements and begging me to tell the judge I wanted to live with her. I declined. I always had a hard time finding a Mother’s Day card for her.
I was blessed that my father remarried and my stepmother was the true mother I’d never had. Today we celebrate her at age 95!