Ladies, forgive me if I have misunderstood the conversation. (Auto-translator) I do not mean to intrude, but I was also a single “mother”. When I lost my job with a piano company, I took off my suit, put on jeans and work boots, grabbed my tools and went to construction sites to install cabinetry in new houses. I learned on the job. After a year, I received my own crew. After another year, was promoted to office to design and sell cabinetry. Between music and cabinet work, I earned enough to live and pay for my son’s needs.
People at my church, whom I trusted, helped me care for my son. They loved both my little boy and me. I woke every morning at 5am, washed and fed the baby, took him to babysitter, then drove 30 minutes to work. At work, got into a truck and drove 1.5 hours to a jobsite, worked all day, returned, picked up my son, took him home, fed him, played with him, put him to bed and then then crawled into bed myself. For several years, only a few hours of sleep each night. For this reason, a have a very tender, gentle place in my heart for single mothers. Yu always have my respect.
Yes, in America, life can be very difficult, but there are still many great opportunities. Very tough in other countries, too. Almost 50% of Americans are now on some sort of government subsistence; I have never accepted this for me. Those on government assistance usually live better than many who work; that is a sad fact.
Regardless of finances, if you are sick, you go to a hospital and they must treat you. I did not have a TV (when would I watch it?), I did not go to movies, had very little fun for several years...I did not have time nor money to sit at the playground with a bottle of beer...sorry about the long, sad story, but with hard work and a positive spirit, one can make it...especially as a couple. (Two are better than one.)
America has many, many faults; we know this and openly admit it. But is also home to many loving and generous people who are willing to help. (Church people have always helped.) Sometimes you just have to ask.
People at my church, whom I trusted, helped me care for my son. They loved both my little boy and me. I woke every morning at 5am, washed and fed the baby, took him to babysitter, then drove 30 minutes to work. At work, got into a truck and drove 1.5 hours to a jobsite, worked all day, returned, picked up my son, took him home, fed him, played with him, put him to bed and then then crawled into bed myself. For several years, only a few hours of sleep each night. For this reason, a have a very tender, gentle place in my heart for single mothers. Yu always have my respect.
Yes, in America, life can be very difficult, but there are still many great opportunities. Very tough in other countries, too. Almost 50% of Americans are now on some sort of government subsistence; I have never accepted this for me. Those on government assistance usually live better than many who work; that is a sad fact.
Regardless of finances, if you are sick, you go to a hospital and they must treat you. I did not have a TV (when would I watch it?), I did not go to movies, had very little fun for several years...I did not have time nor money to sit at the playground with a bottle of beer...sorry about the long, sad story, but with hard work and a positive spirit, one can make it...especially as a couple. (Two are better than one.)
America has many, many faults; we know this and openly admit it. But is also home to many loving and generous people who are willing to help. (Church people have always helped.) Sometimes you just have to ask.