My mother was a stay-at-home mom.  She and my dad made sacrifices to make sure she could raise me. 

Growing up in the 90s, when I was in school, I was practically ashamed of the fact that we were a one-income household.  All the other kids' moms worked.  How dumb was I?  I was fortunate to have a loving mother at home waiting for me once I got off the school bus.  The other kids were shipped off to day care or to a nanny's house. 

My mom died when I was 19 years old.  I never got the chance to show her how much I appreciated what she did for me.  I aim to show my gratitude by living the life she would have wanted me to live.  I hope one day to return the favor should I have children of my own.

Kaycee