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The other night I had a fascinating conversation with a new group of friends.
It was as if we knew each other for a long time or in a past life. We seemed to speak on the same wavelength, nod our heads in accordance and share similar beliefs regarding equality, education and politics. When we got around to asking each other about our upbringings, we realized we were all raised by single mothers.
Although our fathers may or may not have been in the picture full time, we all lived predominately with our mothers. I started to ponder the common threads throughout our childhood and what we took away from our upbringings.
The single mother is a badass working woman. She works tirelessly, in and out of the home. She is in the kitchen washing dishes at night and up first thing in the morning to prepare breakfast. She walks the halls at night and makes sure the doors are locked to protect her kin. She knows how to invest, saving leftover pennies for her children’s college funds.
She rarely sleeps but when she does, she does deeply knowing she’s done everything possible to make sure everyone is healthy and safe.
This I learned very young. The word “can’t” wasn’t allowed in my household. There was try, try again until success or satisfaction was achieved. Can’t change a tire? Learn. Can’t fix a blown gasket? Read a manual. My brother and I were mowing the lawn by 10 years old. My mother said, if we wanted our friends to come over and play in the yard, we had to mow it ourselves.
This can-do attitude has translated into resilience. Getting up when there is no desire to do so. Trying again until a goal is achieved.