"I'm not going to tell you all of my problems, if you are going to stay up all night and lecture me all day!" I told my mother when I was sixteen and then once again last week. "I'm your mother. It's my job to worry. Flood me with your problems." she said.
One of the driving forces (beside my hubs) that got me through this tough year has been my mother with her constant advice, love and attention. "How is this tough? You have a loving family. A house. Incredible children. An amazing husband. There are people in this world without that."
"But, Mama. I never imagined starting all over again in my mid 30's."
"I did and I was fine."
Touche. My mother in her 30's convinced my father that life outside of Communism was better and with the $300 my father made scraping metal in Austria for months, it was just enough money to start a new life in the USA with the help of Catholic Charities for plane tickets.
I can not imagine taking my children overseas to live in a foreign country with $300 in my pocket. It makes our "life changing" trip from Cleveland to Chicago seem pathetic. Almost laughable. Not even comparable. And that, my mother's confidence for a better life, was one of my biggest driving forces to do the same for us. Thank you, Mamusia. Our lives are a million times better off then they were a year ago.
We've come a long way, and I would have never made it through, without you around.
Happy Mother's Day, Mamusia. My Mama.