It takes a village to raise a child. In the case of you, it took a single mother and a small village. You were, I thought, the textbook definition of the “easy” child to raise. You were kind, intelligent, funny, you had common sense.
There were very minor instances of rebelliousness, but in the grand scheme of things, really too minor to even label them as true rebelliousness. Other people often complained of their kids being snarky, sarcastic, mean. I had never experienced these things in you in any real form and for that, I was thankful. I felt blessed by that.
I had certain expectations of you and for your life, hopes, dreams, wishes. You knew that I placed high value on education, so you went forward into college and did not stop until you had finished what you started. I admired your determination. You had grit. You did the work. You earned everything by your own efforts, but as your single parent,