Whenever she comes home and tells me she bought herself a gift, I know it’s another learning book
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My mother, Malkie
As I read through the Family First, I saw the words “Make Her Day” and knew I needed to write in. Whose day would I make? My mother’s, of course.
When I was one-and-a-half, my parents divorced, and my older sister and I grew up in my mother’s home. Being a single mom couldn’t have been easy, but she did it with so much grace, it seemed simple.
My mother works full time, yet is still a full-time mother, taking care of all our errands, meeting all our physical and emotional needs, baking homemade challah and cookies, doling out constant hugs and warmth — and that’s just the beginning.
As I grew older, I noticed that most divorced homes didn’t look like mine. In my home, my mother never bashed my father. She did all she could to provide us with normalcy. She was never down or depressed; she took her situation and rocked it! My home was always filled with love, warmth, care, and a true understanding that all Hashem does is for the best.
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