40 years ago, my mother made the tough choice every single mother might have to make.
Leave her child in her own mother's care so she can at least provide for the little thing.
She was just 21 years old. I can imagine how terribly afraid she must have felt
How ashamed she was for having sex before marriage and now, without enough mojeyntonfindna baby sitter, being separated with her child.
They tell me when we arrived at the farm, we only had the clothes on our back. Someone had stolen the bag of clothes. That carried carefully selected baby clothes, shoes and bed sheets for the child..
My grandmother only let us use rags for bed spreads until we stopped wetting the bed_ that was quite a while_
Now as a 40 year old woman, I empathize with that young girl that saw her future crumble into smithereens for a moment of pleasure. And for 35 years she slaved away at a tough service job, trying to eke out a living, paying black tax running into many thousands.
She quietly drank her coffee and ate her dry bread.
And now she lays in the blossom of the earth. Unaware that the child she preserved alive is now a woman that knows that life is a gift.
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