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Thoughts On Mom Status
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Embracing Joy's alpha hats moms wear, I reflect yes, all that and beyond the 26. I never thought of it as sacrifice, loved every service provided. Every offering of sweat, energy, caring, resources, it was a (khem khem) joy.
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My only daughter died of cancer at age 43. I shared her life, and she my whacky literary career, through her graduating high school with a 4.2 GPA (college classes during summer), Columbia Pre-Med, Wayne Statte Med School and an extra 5th year to earn a License in M.D. Interventional Radiology. I am content that her life earned her the avoidance of all my trials and stumbles. I remember the happiness, I watch my only grandson text yesterday that he got 100% on his Engineering final in physics.
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That is so far beyond my meager math's geometry, I actually teared up at this victory. Note: my daughter used to walk through the house memorizing quadratic equations. I created and nurtured that. Her friends looked at me, fro, no fancy car, no wealth, and asked me how I did it? They were forced to acknowledge my gifts as a single mother - though I saw doubt in their eyes that a poet could not have created and mentored such a talented beautiful human personalitied professional doctor. I get that a lot, but I go on leaving them puzzled. It required tons of perseverence, love, sacrifice, vision, and being a mom.
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As a mom, I put all of myself out there for their success - me, I have a few plaques on the wall, nothing compared to pushing my daughter past blue collar, white collar, and onto that plane most usaers never attain. There is a wall hosting four degrees I had custom framed for her, an inspiration for all who see them, especially me and my grandson. Proud mom. Prouder to be a successful one. Looking back, I was brilliant. Mother, a title worn hat-high. Thanks for the tribute Joy. We earned it!
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Lady A
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