Debbie's school experience wasn't favorable and she didn't like school. However she wanted us to attend and finish. The first day wasn't her favorite though. She cried every year on the first day for me and my brother. She was a mom that truly enjoyed summer and those memories we made at home, the creek, or wherever.
Looking back, I think that was another reason she was so involved at the school. She wanted to stay as close as she could to us. I still don't see why she didn't become a support staff member although back then education or lack thereof was a barrier. Plus she worked in textiles and that paid way better. Nonetheless she was there.
Debbie couldn't get why parents wanted rid of their kids or didn't want them around the house. The more involved my brother and I got, the sadder she became. She liked that we were good kids, had friends and all. She said she liked the simpler times when she could watch us all the time and play with us.
My mom just had so much love for all around her and wanted those closest to her around her. She said when my brother got into his partying phase, she didn't mind that his friends were into the home because she could prevent trouble easier. That's another story for another day though.
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