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.