I’ll never forget my first Mother’s Day. Ashley was just a week old. During my young life all I wanted to be was a mother. I went to college to be a Secretary because I had no guidance and that’s what women did. It would provide a good foundation with emphasis on grammar and writing, which I loved and utilized throughout my career. Every job I worked at I’ve written or rewritten support documentation, website content, or marketing materials. Besides, my mother was a Secretary. I used to go into work with her and play on the office equipment. Their computer was as big as a room and my mother let me feed and collect the punch cards. I was fascinated. I taught myself how to type with a book and a manual typewriter when I was 12.
Mother’s Day was a beautiful day and I cherished the fact that Motherhood was the one thing no one could take away from me. Half way into my first mother’s day Peter freaked out because I did not finish work I was doing for his boss. It turned into another blasting and resulted in me being forced to call his boss on Mother’s Day, Sunday, barely able to hold back the tears on the phone. I was still a child holding my newborn baby while my husband tore me apart because I was not able to finish a project on time in during the last months of pregnancy. I was wrong but it was Mother’s Day. Peter was close with his boss for many years and was important to Peter. By the way, his boss later killed himself. Another friend Peter identified with that ended his life.