I know that isn’t how the song goes but, that is the feeling today. Here it is, Friday- yah!, Pay-day-yah!, and my birthday- yah! I am flat broke!
Yes, on pay day! As soon as the money hits my accounts, it is gone. It is bad when you are depressed on your birthday – not because you are another year older, but because Christmas is a few months away and the savings is depleted.
We don’t live a life of poverty; we have food, shelter, even cable TV. A big part of being penniless are the shiny wires glued onto my beautiful girls teeth to make them that much more gorgeous. And the endless dollars paid for school group functions that are overpriced and for their group trips to places I have yet to go.
We live a great life. My kids don’t always have the latest gadgets, designer clothes, or a car of their own (gasp). But we do alright.
The kids are not close with their father, he lives too far, doesn’t call enough, and doesn’t know what to say when he does. He pays irregular support because he has to. He doesn’t know that it doesn’t go very far.
But he also doesn’t know what he is missing.
He doesn’t get ‘I love you’ with hugs every morning and every night. He doesn’t get to see them grow taller and more intelligent with every passing day. He doesn’t get to hold them when the latest boyfriend or girlfriend breaks their heart. He doesn’t get to see them perform their talents.
He doesn’t get to play dress up this Saturday when the girls go to homecoming. He doesn’t get to give the boys the ‘Have her home early or else’ glare as pictures are taken on the stoop… and so many memories and emotions.
These are our memories.
And I wouldn’t trade them, not for all the money in the world.
Second thought…. I am the richest woman in the world.
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