Mother's Day is coming up in a few days, and I thought I would share some of the wonderful contributions from Feisty, Fabulous & 50+ that acknowledge the love and sacrifices of motherhood...
Right from Day 1 in 1940 my family needed to make way for me into their home. My mother had married a widower with two children. And they had to move over for a baby girl, their step-mother’s only child, at a time when life was less than easy at the beginning of World War II.
The relationship floundered, however, and it appeared to me that my career was getting in the way of the marriage, which had by now produced the real loves of my life, my two children. The kids were doing very well, with full lives and enjoying the extra benefits of attending good, but expensive schools. So I made an attempt to save the marriage by returning to university to study – yes, Words again: English and Philosophy. My logic for this was, if I had to make a choice – often demanded by my then husband – between being present at a business dinner and completing an assignment, only I would suffer if I skipped the assignment – something that does not apply when one has work commitments.