She never complained, at least not when we kids were around, but I could tell her jobs were rough. Every morning she grabbed her work bag and left out by 8am. Then I would stand at the window waving as she backed out of the driveway. She would always give me a smile, wave back and blow a kiss before turning down the road to work.
Late in the evening, I would hear the car rattle up the driveway and look out to see a weary woman drag her way up the walkway to the door. As she entered the house, a bright smile would flash across her face and she would gather us up for dinner. It was during these dinners that I first noticed the stained, rough hands and the wrinkled signs of hard work.
Every day our ritual continued. Every day we had food(even if it was just a can of corn) on the table and a warm home to live in(even when there was no heat). Every day she showed me the results of hard work and the joy of a loving home.
Now I am older and time has passed on. Whenever I feel like complaining about my stress, or how tough things are; I just get back to work, smile, and realize how much I learned from her.
Late in the evening, I would hear the car rattle up the driveway and look out to see a weary woman drag her way up the walkway to the door. As she entered the house, a bright smile would flash across her face and she would gather us up for dinner. It was during these dinners that I first noticed the stained, rough hands and the wrinkled signs of hard work.
Every day our ritual continued. Every day we had food(even if it was just a can of corn) on the table and a warm home to live in(even when there was no heat). Every day she showed me the results of hard work and the joy of a loving home.
Now I am older and time has passed on. Whenever I feel like complaining about my stress, or how tough things are; I just get back to work, smile, and realize how much I learned from her.
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