No one loved the holidays more than my mother. Christmas was at the top of the list and then Thanksgiving, but she got just as much joy out of Easter and Valentine’s Day – at least where her kids were concerned.
My mother chose not to share too much of her childhood. My grandparents were hardworking, but they grew up out of the Great Depression and experienced a lot of loss in their lifetime. My mother and her 10 siblings were clothed and fed, but that would have to be enough. Anything else was considered an extravagance. I have a feeling my mother drafted a plan pretty early on that her children would have the opportunity to enjoy the things she did not as a child.Read More